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Chapter 1930: Bright Future
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    Porcelain Doll Sunny
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    The warm, bright future full of happiness: gloom pressure forwhat frost what want treat ehh ohno middle kiaa shocked3
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    Bobmelon
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    OOFFFF, well he’s definitely not an oracle. sigh
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    GoatBom
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    Future was definitely not warm, bright, and full of happiness
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    GridDokja
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    Ones upon a time, people far worse rhan the sovereigbs tried to rule the world.
    I want that story cat
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    DanielPlay
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    Showing all these memories and in the end we don't even discover the sovereigns' faults or how Broken Sword was betrayed, I'm going to be very disappointed.
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      Dummybaron
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      And how Orum suppose to know it? Cassie said this memmory gives a hint not answers.
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        DanielPlay
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        G3 wasn't going to extend this memory for almost 10 chapters just to have a hint, probably an incomplete part of the truth will be there and the rest we should theorize.
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    MefetraN7
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    А не может быть ли так что астерион и есть отец нефис? Люди думают что его убили. Но нет. Ведь изначально до его смерти где была его цитадель? Ведь он был сильнейшим, так и его цитадель должна была быть сильной. Но самый узнаваемый бастион, потом земли королевы и штормовое море. Не было ни одной информации где была цитадель отца нефиса. А была ли она? Может он как и санни отбросил или как то изменил заклинание для себя что мир считает что его убили, даже королева и король мечей думают что они убили его. +что у астериона нет потомства как у других. Потому что его потомство это нефис. Как же натянул сову на глобус) Да и с неспроста его зовут бесмертное пламя.
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      Doksoo
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      immortal Flame is Neph's grandfather, Broken Sword is Neph's Father, Heaven's Smile is Neph's Mother, Grandmother is an ordinary person.
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    Kosmonavtik
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    Torch Bearer

    'He actually did it.'

    Today was another day of celebration, but Orum remembered too much, and felt too much, to share in the excitement that had seemingly taken the entire world by storm.

    He was dressed in his best clothes, standing in the grand assembly hall of the UHG headquarters. The somber space had been transformed into a lavishly decorated venue for the occasion, and there was a lively crowd enjoying the generous banquet — those who wielded power over humanity and the members of their families, all dressed to the nines and glowing with joy.

    Orum should have probably felt pride in being one of them, but he was not in the right mood.

    He was not young anymore, having passed thirty last year. He was also not an inexperienced greenhorn who barely knew how to kill a Nightmare Creature. Instead, he was one of the most renowned Awakened in the Waking World, ruling a Citadel of his own in the Dream Realm... his status was not as high as that of the brilliant heroes who had become the idols of humanity, perhaps, but not far below them.

    That was why Orum felt frozen and somber in the middle of the joyful celebration.

    There were others like him, as well — mostly those who had endured the horrors of the Nightmare Spell from the very first day of its descent.

    That was because they understood better than anyone what today‘s ceremony meant, and how many lives had been lost to pave the road for it.

    Today... they were celebrating Immortal Flame, the fiery champion of humanity, who had done something they all considered impossible.

    Who had conquered the Second Nightmare.

    Orum raised a crystal glass to his lips and took a sip of the liquid inside, not feeling its taste.

    Immortal Flame was not the first Awakened who had responded to the Call and led a cohort into a Seed of Nightmare... in fact, many had tried before, some burning with ambition, some simply unable to resist the Call anymore. It was just that none of them had returned alive — Orum had lost plenty of friends that way, their absence leaving deep scars on his heart.

    Some people still held hope, but most had long given up on Ascendance. Immortal Flame had changed everything. His impossible feat shook the very foundation of the established world order, and would inevitably and completely change the future... Orum was sure of it.

    The news had been announced only a few days ago, and everywhere he went, he could already hear cautions whispers of trying to challenge the Nightmares again. He was even tempted to consider it himself... but no, he couldn't. He had a family to take care of. Maybe later, when the kids pass the age of becoming Dreamers...

    But still.

    'Ascendance…’

    Immortal Flame himself was not in the assembly hall, whisked away by other powerhouses to hold a closed-door meeting, but Orum had met him briefly when entering the venue. of course, he could not tell how much more powerful the man had become, exactly, but it was impossible to mistake him for an Awakened.

    Just like a Fallen abomination was incomparable to an Awakened one, an Ascended human should be an invincible existence to people like Orum. Which was both disquieting and reassuring.

    Steeling his wildly beating heart, he gulped down his drink and let out a shaky breath.

    'We all owe Immortal Flame. What he did... proves that conquering the Nightmares is possible.'

    Which was an invaluable blessing, considering its necessity.

    Most people did not know, but Orum was high enough in the hierarchy of humanity to have a good rapport with the UHG. Having access to its information network, as well as one of his own, he knew that the rumors about a greater Gate opening in the Eastern Quadrant were not rumors at all... in fact, several of these terrifying rifts had opened across the world in the last few years, far more devastating than any before, and countless lives had been lost.

    After the Nightmare Spell descended, people had thought that the world was saved for a few years. He still remembered the elation and optimism of those precious days... however, they had not lasted long.

    Soon, the Nightmare Gates started opening, and their lives had turned to fear and bloodshed once more. And now, the Gates were growing more potent... there was already a classification system proposed, designating these new rifts as those of the Third Category. Although nothing had been proven yet, three more Categories were theorized, up to a Category Six Gate.

    ...Or maybe even Category Seven.

    What would such horror look like, Orum did not know, and could not imagine. He did know one thing, though. It was that there would be nothing but chilling escalation in the future, with more terrifying beings entering the Waking World each year. If humans wanted to survive, they would have to keep up with the tyranny of the Nightmare Spell, as well.

    That was why what Immortal Flame had achieved was so important.

    Not even because he was the first human to become Ascended, but because he had proven that conquering a Nightmare was possible. That Ascension was just another step on a long and winding path to salvation... the path of Ascension. Immortal Flame had given them hope.

    Orum placed his glass on a nearby table and went to the far side of the hall, planning to hide his heavy thoughts behind a plate of snacks.

    He was still pondering the dire future when his concentration was broken by infectious laughter.

    Looking down, he saw a group of children doing what children usually did during the gatherings of adults — being bored and finding their own fun wherever they could.

    Among them, one girl especially attracted attention. She was maybe eleven or twelve years old, wearing a frilly gown that made her look like a little princess and a smile so bright and radiant that even Orum's own lips curved upward slightly.

    At the moment, the girl was dragging a serious boy of the same age by the hand, saying something boisterously:

    "...come on, Vale! I really saw an Echo. It's just outside!"

    The boy pursed his lips, unhappy.

    "But Madoc said that I must stay here."

    The girl scoffed.

    "What does he know! Why is he ordering you around, anyway? He's only a year older than us!"

    Orum recognized the cute pair. The boy was the younger son of the Warden. The girl... would probably be the daughter of Immortal Flame himself.

    He sighed and looked away with a smile.

    'Little monsters…’

    Orum had never become a father himself, but he was helping raise his niece and nephews. There had been a time when he thought that the children of the new era would grow up knowing nothing but peace and warmth... but fate was cruel. Instead, they grew up surrounded by terror, blood, monsters, loss, and death. They had been raised in the world of the Nightmare Spell, and as a result, they were far more fierce and feral than the children of his own era.

    Thinking about that, he looked up and froze.

    There, separated from the group of boisterous kids, stood another girl... this one a couple years older and a little gloomy. No one seemed very interested in speaking with her, so she was all alone, holding to the dull fabric of her far less opulent dress awkwardly.

    Orum paid no attention to her clothes, however.

    He only looked at her face, which was painfully familiar.

    It took him a few moments to remember whom she reminded him of.

    The girl... was the spitting image of her mother.

    Forgetting everything, Orum couldn't help but walk closer and ask, his voice hiding suppressed emotion:

    "...Little Ki?"
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      Kosmonavtik
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      Second Generation

      Orum had not seen Ravenheart and her daughter often since that day they spent together in NQSC.

      They were living in turbulent and tumultuous times, and he had had family matters to deal with back then. Later, his focus shifted to the Dream Realm. He pursued his ambitions and eventually conquered a Citadel of his own, wishing to build a livelihood for himself and his family.

      Awakened were naturally grouped together by the region of the Dream Realm they traveled to at night. Ravenheart was simply too far away, in a place where few others had been sent by the Nightmare Spell. She was not very sociable, either, so the two of them had grown distant, eventually losing contact altogether.

      He used to hear about her from time to time, feeling happy to know that she was doing fine. Ravenheart‘s life seemed quite tough, considering how remote and dangerous her corner of the Dream Realm was. There were not many Awakened there, and even less Citadels — unlike the region where Orum himself was anchored.

      People there had rallied around the impressive Citadel of the Warden of Valor, which was now a bastion of humanity in the dangerous alien world. It almost seemed like it was the center of the Dream Realm, with everything else existing on the periphery.

      Well, there were the elusive Nightwalker and other unfortunate souls who had found themselves in a nebulous sea, of course, as well as isolated Citadels scattered here and there across the vast expanse of the Dream Realm. Considering its nature, it was hard to even establish where they were located in relation to more populated areas, let alone carve a path to them.

      The last Orum heard about Ravenheart, she had conquered a Citadel somewhere far north, near a colossal mountain chain that stretched from east to west as far as humans explored.

      Preoccupied with other things, he had not thought of her for many years.

      But now, seeing her daughter, the memories of all the time they had spent together flooded his mind.

      Orum felt nostalgia, tenderness, bittersweet wistfulness... and shame. Ravenheart had done so much for him, but he never paid her back. Instead, he had simply forgotten about her, too busy with his own affairs and the complexities of life.

      Little Ki — already a teenager — looked up at him and frowned in confusion.

      It seemed that she once again did not remember who he was.

      Still dazed a little, Orum offered her a smile.

      "I'm Awakened Orum... Uncle Orie. I'm a friend of your mom.‘I

      There was no hint of recognition in her eyes.

      The teenage girl shifted awkwardly, her gloomy face untouched by a smile. "Oh... it is nice to meet you, Awakened Orum."

      I-Ie hesitated, not knowing what to say, then suddenly looked around.

      "Is your mother here?"

      Little Ki... although he should probably stop calling her that... shook her head. "No... mom's Citadel is situated in a dangerous region of the Dream Realm, and many people use it as shelter. Since they need her protection, she spends most of her time sleeping."

      She lingered for a few moments, then added stiffly:

      "Mom told me to spend more time with children of other Awakened families, though, so I accepted the invitation on her behalf. To represent our family." There was a hint of pride in her last words, which prompted Orum to look at her closely.

      "You don't seem to be spending time with other children, though."

      Little Ki's eyes widened.

      "Well! That... that... I will approach them in due time. I'm just gathering my thoughts."

      Orum smiled, having a suspicion about why Ravenheart had told her daughter to socialize with other kids more.

      "Are you having a hard time?"

      Little Ki gave him a long look, then sighed.

      "...A little."

      Then, she added bitterly:

      "They all know each other, already. Plus, the families of other Named Awakened are all... are all... better off than we are. When I introduced myself, they just said hi and lost interest immediately."

      Orum suppressed a wince.

      The families of people like Immortal Flame and the Warden were indeed a bit of an exclusive club. They had to be, considering how many sycophants sought out their favor, often with little or no sincerity.

      He regretted that his niece and nephews weren‘t here... although they were much younger than this shunned girl. She would probably not know what to talk with them about, either.

      He remained silent for a few moments, then smiled again.

      "I was on my way to get some snacks... do you want to come with me? After all, it is far easier to endure these events on a full stomach. Plus, I want to know more about how your mom is doing. We are from the same hometown, you know? In fact, I wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for her. My sister, too. Come to think about it, I absolutely must tell you all about how she rescued us — after all, it would be a crime if you didn't know how amazing your mother is..." Finally, the familiar shy smile appeared on the teenage girl's face.

      "Oh... alright. But I already know how amazing she is..."

      Orum spent some time with Little Ki, talking about Ravenheart and the early days of the Nightmare Spell. She was still the same sweet child underneath the veneer of teenage gloominess, which made him happy. In the process, he introduced her to a few people and helped her mix in with the crowd. Her awkwardness receded, and she eventually left his side to talk to a few kids from the less influential families.

      He was quite glad at the chance to help his benefactor's daughter, even if it was in such a small way.

      There was a small smile on his lips.

      'I hope my sister's troublemakers get to know her when they grow up.‘

      After that day, though, life became turbulent once again. Immortal Flame's achievement had made an enormous splash, and a tidal wave of change rattled the entire world. Those changes were especially poignant for Awakened like him. Soon, more Ascended — called Masters now — emerged. The existence of the Category Three Gates was revealed, plunging humanity into chaos for a while. Eventually, Orum started to make tentative preparations, planning on challenging the Second Nightmare himself.

      In all that turmoil, he had not thought about little Ki Song a lot.

      Until the day came when he regretted it bitterly.

      That was because, by then, the first generation of children born after the descent of the Nightmare Spell reached the age that allowed them to become infected by it.

      And Awakened like him quickly discovered that the children of: those who had passed the trial of the Spell were much more likely to become its victims.
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    Crosby
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    https://docs.google.com/document/d/10SA9yCbMsEr_x4ny-fLq8BKtD8PZQa0ACp2_1a3uwlU/edit?usp=sharing
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    MefetraN7
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    Заметили что 0 упоминаний об астерионе? Думаю неспроста.
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      Алчность
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      Так нам же говорили что были кланы которые жили толька в мире снов, и они потом подохли ,а астерион единственный выживший
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      MiroKun
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      Так Королева Червей - сейчас малышка Ки, Астерион еще не вырос)
      Речь вообще о первом поколении, а троица суверенов =2-е
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    Nyfeirg
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    I know this information should be incredible rare to get but, It would be funny to learn that Song has fallen because her true name has been discovered by someone...
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      mariokaa
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      Song... Fallen... Song of the fallen reference?!
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        Nyfeirg
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        Yes
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