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The Volumes by Maxus
Book 0 - Preludes and Prologues
1.2 - Azeret // Kathos (1.1 here)
It was warm on Kereth. She dove straight to the ground: before she hit she opened her wings and gently touched her toes to the hot sand. As she did, an old man of about three hundred summers approached her. He was about three lengths shorter than her but she could sense the magnitude of his power. Lined in gold, his hood lay draped over his eyes, connected to the thick purple cape customary for leaders of the Aniket. He was propped up by a staff that barely reached her chin.
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/10
Her hand tightened around her sword. It had been so long since her fingers had been wrapped tightly around its hilt in preparation for a magnificent attack.
“Ah, Azeret,” he said, “We have been expecting you.”
Azeret confusingly responded, “And by whose knowledge did you come to expect my arrival old man?”
He smirked, “My own.”
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/11
A bolt of darkness shot off his staff. Azeret jumped over it with ease and drew her sword. Her wings pulled back, then beat, drawing her forty lengths above the man. She pulled them in, tucking her knees to her chest, allowing herself to flip.
The red glow of the Star.
The blue horizon.
The surface of the Sea.
The orange sand of the beach.
The man.
She tore down through the air towards a spot on the beach twenty lengths behind the old man. She gripped her sword with both hands, its blade along her right leg.
A length of above the beach, she flashed towards him. Her sword slashed upwards meeting his staff. The man angled the staff at her face. It erupted with black fire scorching her skin.
The pain cut through her focus as she fell backwards into the sand. She used the momentum, rolling up onto her hands and launching herself back to her feet.
Eyes red with anger, she vaulted through the air and came crashing down where the old man stood. Her feet landed only on warm sand.
“Behind you.”
His staff cracked against her cheek as she spun around. She grabbed it and pulled.
It turned to water, escaping her grip…then solidified and crushed her jaw.
Light erupted from her palm towards the old man.
He drove his staff into the sand. It grew into a mirror reflecting the light back at her.
She darted forwards splitting the beam in two with her sword.
The mirror shattered.
Her sword swung but only met air. She heard the old man inhale.
Darkness enveloped the beach.
His voice filled the air all around her, “You fight with great ferocity young angel; but, does your mind function with the same capacity.”
A light flashed directly in front of her. She smashed it with her sword. Empty robes hit the ground.
“You must see with your mind, Azeret. Your eyes deceive.”
A flash to her left. She swung. Robes fell to the floor.
“You are nothing more than Father’s puppet.”
A flash in front. She slashed at it violently.
A crushing force to her chest knocked her into the air.
“Poor Angel, you let anger cloud your judgement.”
The man appeared two lengths above her, crashing his staff into her back. The strike sent her ripping through air uncontrollably towards the sand.
The man raised his staff, “Dendrhar!”
The soft sand turned to marble just as she hit. She heard it crack under the force of her collision, muffling the sound of her legs shattering. The pain ripped up her spine, causing her to freeze.
Her neck twisted upward towards the man, still floating twenty lengths of the ground. He raised his staff again, “Grahnber!”
A hand of sand swelled from the marble beach, grabbing her entire body.
It squeezed as it raised her nearly 200 lengths.
She felt the small bones in the edges of her wings breaking.
The hand paused and then slammed her body to the beach below.
She hit. Her wings shattered.
She heard it again. Grahnber.
Her spine.
Again.
Her neck.
Again.
Her left wing split open pouring her silver blood onto the marble.
Again.
Her face shattered.
Her muscles relaxed…
”Ah’seh’Pahtehrkah,” she heard in her head. The holy song resounded as she felt her consciousness fade.
Then it stopped.
She struggled, opening her eyes. She let the pain engulf her. Her mind silenced.
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/12
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/13
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/14
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The Volumes by Maxus
Book 0 - Preludes and Prologues
1.2 - Azeret // Kathos (1.1 here)
It was warm on Kereth. She dove straight to the ground: before she hit she opened her wings and gently touched her toes to the hot sand. As she did, an old man of about three hundred summers approached her. He was about three lengths shorter than her but she could sense the magnitude of his power. Lined in gold, his hood lay draped over his eyes, connected to the thick purple cape customary for leaders of the Aniket. He was propped up by a staff that barely reached her chin.
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/10
Her hand tightened around her sword. It had been so long since her fingers had been wrapped tightly around its hilt in preparation for a magnificent attack.
“Ah, Azeret,” he said, “We have been expecting you.”
Azeret confusingly responded, “And by whose knowledge did you come to expect my arrival old man?”
He smirked, “My own.”
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/11
A bolt of darkness shot off his staff. Azeret jumped over it with ease and drew her sword. Her wings pulled back, then beat, drawing her forty lengths above the man. She pulled them in, tucking her knees to her chest, allowing herself to flip.
The red glow of the Star.
The blue horizon.
The surface of the Sea.
The orange sand of the beach.
The man.
She tore down through the air towards a spot on the beach twenty lengths behind the old man. She gripped her sword with both hands, its blade along her right leg.
A length of above the beach, she flashed towards him. Her sword slashed upwards meeting his staff. The man angled the staff at her face. It erupted with black fire scorching her skin.
The pain cut through her focus as she fell backwards into the sand. She used the momentum, rolling up onto her hands and launching herself back to her feet.
Eyes red with anger, she vaulted through the air and came crashing down where the old man stood. Her feet landed only on warm sand.
“Behind you.”
His staff cracked against her cheek as she spun around. She grabbed it and pulled.
It turned to water, escaping her grip…then solidified and crushed her jaw.
Light erupted from her palm towards the old man.
He drove his staff into the sand. It grew into a mirror reflecting the light back at her.
She darted forwards splitting the beam in two with her sword.
The mirror shattered.
Her sword swung but only met air. She heard the old man inhale.
Darkness enveloped the beach.
His voice filled the air all around her, “You fight with great ferocity young angel; but, does your mind function with the same capacity.”
A light flashed directly in front of her. She smashed it with her sword. Empty robes hit the ground.
“You must see with your mind, Azeret. Your eyes deceive.”
A flash to her left. She swung. Robes fell to the floor.
“You are nothing more than Father’s puppet.”
A flash in front. She slashed at it violently.
A crushing force to her chest knocked her into the air.
“Poor Angel, you let anger cloud your judgement.”
The man appeared two lengths above her, crashing his staff into her back. The strike sent her ripping through air uncontrollably towards the sand.
The man raised his staff, “Dendrhar!”
The soft sand turned to marble just as she hit. She heard it crack under the force of her collision, muffling the sound of her legs shattering. The pain ripped up her spine, causing her to freeze.
Her neck twisted upward towards the man, still floating twenty lengths of the ground. He raised his staff again, “Grahnber!”
A hand of sand swelled from the marble beach, grabbing her entire body.
It squeezed as it raised her nearly 200 lengths.
She felt the small bones in the edges of her wings breaking.
The hand paused and then slammed her body to the beach below.
She hit. Her wings shattered.
She heard it again. Grahnber.
Her spine.
Again.
Her neck.
Again.
Her left wing split open pouring her silver blood onto the marble.
Again.
Her face shattered.
Her muscles relaxed…
”Ah’seh’Pahtehrkah,” she heard in her head. The holy song resounded as she felt her consciousness fade.
Then it stopped.
She struggled, opening her eyes. She let the pain engulf her. Her mind silenced.
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/12
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/13
https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x8Cb05b84F3288771DE12fAF4915f3660F6e4190b/14
Hope you enjoyed. Subscribe for more. Follow me on Debank and Twitter. Join my Discord. ---- Why are P3 and on a higher ETH price than the other mints? It took me way more runs on the image generator, and way more time tuning the prompts.
https://debank.com/profile/0x8de3c3891268502f77db7e876d727257dec0f852
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