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A SANCTUM OF SWORDS

A Sanctum of Swords by John Malone

It is the Ascencion of Kings in the world of Thearus. An era of reconstruction after a catastrophic collapse of all mortal empires and kingdoms throughout its far-flung continents. Mortal-kind survives, but many of their gods have not. Centuries come and go, but the dead gods do not return.

The natural cycle of Thearus has broken. All mortal and living souls cannot see it, but a darkness spreads throughout the realm of absent gods, threatening to consume all the souls that they had once claimed during their eternal reign.

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A SANCTUM OF SWORDS

Out of the dark, a tremulous breath deafened him, inhuman in the way it shuddered with undisguised aggression. Enigma fell into a combat stance, the approaching creature’s every anxiety-inducing breath rattling the bones underneath his skin.

A pulse, usually undetected, became noticeable beneath each wrist. A quickening in heart beat thrummed in the chest, but Enigma ignored the warning. He kept an unmoving stance, one hand clutched around Dominion’s End by its leather wrapped hilt. Head bowed, he calculated an estimated distance between the approaching foe and himself.

His master spoke. “And so the gauntlet begins. Show me you remember your training and what has become of Enigma’s myth during my absence.”

Enigma answered the Banished Blade with a silent nod, leveling his gaze into the dark. For the approaching doomed challenger, he said, “honor my blade with your skill.”

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WORLD OF THEARUS

It is known as the mortal sphere by entities beyond the physical plane. Demi-gods and other oddities besides have often named it the Cradle of Creation, from which all creation is birthed, eventually to be siphoned into the divine realms of the Celestial Spheres. To all the ordinary mortal children who seed the soil of their inherited world, it has always been called Thearus.

A Sanctum of Swords by John Malone
BY JOHN MALONE

A SANCTUM OF SWORDS