We congratulate player Deathtank upon annihilation of an Arch-Ruin and winning 36925 Black Gems on server Genesis.
Looking forward to reading the Story about the great feat!
Congratulations to player Deathtank!
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Deathtank
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The Fall of the Archruin
The scholars of the western kingdoms had long argued about the Archruin.
Some claimed it was only a myth — a scar in the world left by an ancient catastrophe. Others believed it was a living wound, a place where reality itself had collapsed and where death had learned to breathe. For centuries, no army dared to march there. Every expedition vanished. No banners ever returned.
Then the researchers found it.
It began with strange measurements: mana behaving unnaturally, time slowing near a forgotten wasteland, and ash that refused to cool even under rain. Arcane instruments shattered when pointed toward the center. Maps rewritten themselves overnight. Animals fled miles away, howling as if chased by invisible fire.
The scholars named it at last: the Archruin — the birthplace of annihilation.
They never expected it to awaken.
The Nathrezim’s Arrival
When the alarm spread across the realm, the kings sent armies.
They failed.
Steel melted. Faith broke. Courage drowned in blood and fire.
And so the task fell to one being who did not fear corruption —
a Nathrezim hero, forged in shadow, bound neither to light nor despair.
Where others marched with banners, he walked alone.
The ground beneath the Archruin was blackened glass, cracked like old bone. The air tasted of iron and ash. Whispers followed every step — voices of fallen soldiers, kings, and nameless creatures begging to be remembered.
The Nathrezim did not answer.
He descended.
The Bloody Clash
From the heart of the Archruin, the enemy emerged.
A monstrosity born of ruin itself — armor fused with bone, a core of burning hatred, surrounded by an army that should not exist. These were not simple undead. They were the remains of every army that had failed before, bound together by rage and dark magic.
The clash that followed was not a battle.
It was a slaughter written into history.
The Nathrezim moved like a curse given form. Each strike shattered bodies already dead. Every spell tore souls loose and dragged them screaming into silence. The ground collapsed beneath waves of necrotic energy. Blood boiled. Ash rose like storms.
Yet the Archruin fought back.
From the ruins, new undead rose again and again — soldiers reassembling themselves from scattered bones, crawling out of the ash, reforming even after destruction. The battlefield became an endless cycle of death refusing to end.
For hours — or days — time lost meaning.
At the climax, the Nathrezim reached the core.
A final duel followed — power against power, ruin against will. The Archruin screamed, a sound felt rather than heard, as its core cracked under relentless assault.
With one last strike, the Nathrezim destroyed it.
Ashes Do Not Mean Silence
The battlefield went still.
The sky cleared. The ground stopped burning.
The scholars would later declare the Archruin destroyed.
They were wrong.
From the ashes, the undead rose once more — not as servants of the Archruin, but as a new force. Bound by the bloodshed, forged by the massacre, an army reborn from annihilation itself.
Not mindless. Not broken. Awakened.
They stood in silence, weapons lowered, waiting.
The Nathrezim did not command them.
He simply turned away — and they followed.
The Aftermath
When scouts finally dared to enter the region, they found no Archruin.
Only a vast field of ash… and footprints leading away.
The scholars rewrote their theories. The kings sealed the records. Priests argued whether this victory was salvation or damnation.
But one truth became undeniable:
The Archruin was not the end.
It was a beginning.
And somewhere beyond the horizon, an army born from fire and death marched — not to destroy the world, but to remind it:
Even ruin can be conquered. And even ashes can rise.
The scholars of the western kingdoms had long argued about the Archruin.
Some claimed it was only a myth — a scar in the world left by an ancient catastrophe. Others believed it was a living wound, a place where reality itself had collapsed and where death had learned to breathe. For centuries, no army dared to march there. Every expedition vanished. No banners ever returned.
Then the researchers found it.
It began with strange measurements: mana behaving unnaturally, time slowing near a forgotten wasteland, and ash that refused to cool even under rain. Arcane instruments shattered when pointed toward the center. Maps rewritten themselves overnight. Animals fled miles away, howling as if chased by invisible fire.
The scholars named it at last: the Archruin — the birthplace of annihilation.
They never expected it to awaken.
The Nathrezim’s Arrival
When the alarm spread across the realm, the kings sent armies.
They failed.
Steel melted. Faith broke. Courage drowned in blood and fire.
And so the task fell to one being who did not fear corruption —
a Nathrezim hero, forged in shadow, bound neither to light nor despair.
Where others marched with banners, he walked alone.
The ground beneath the Archruin was blackened glass, cracked like old bone. The air tasted of iron and ash. Whispers followed every step — voices of fallen soldiers, kings, and nameless creatures begging to be remembered.
The Nathrezim did not answer.
He descended.
The Bloody Clash
From the heart of the Archruin, the enemy emerged.
A monstrosity born of ruin itself — armor fused with bone, a core of burning hatred, surrounded by an army that should not exist. These were not simple undead. They were the remains of every army that had failed before, bound together by rage and dark magic.
The clash that followed was not a battle.
It was a slaughter written into history.
The Nathrezim moved like a curse given form. Each strike shattered bodies already dead. Every spell tore souls loose and dragged them screaming into silence. The ground collapsed beneath waves of necrotic energy. Blood boiled. Ash rose like storms.
Yet the Archruin fought back.
From the ruins, new undead rose again and again — soldiers reassembling themselves from scattered bones, crawling out of the ash, reforming even after destruction. The battlefield became an endless cycle of death refusing to end.
For hours — or days — time lost meaning.
At the climax, the Nathrezim reached the core.
A final duel followed — power against power, ruin against will. The Archruin screamed, a sound felt rather than heard, as its core cracked under relentless assault.
With one last strike, the Nathrezim destroyed it.
Ashes Do Not Mean Silence
The battlefield went still.
The sky cleared. The ground stopped burning.
The scholars would later declare the Archruin destroyed.
They were wrong.
From the ashes, the undead rose once more — not as servants of the Archruin, but as a new force. Bound by the bloodshed, forged by the massacre, an army reborn from annihilation itself.
Not mindless. Not broken. Awakened.
They stood in silence, weapons lowered, waiting.
The Nathrezim did not command them.
He simply turned away — and they followed.
The Aftermath
When scouts finally dared to enter the region, they found no Archruin.
Only a vast field of ash… and footprints leading away.
The scholars rewrote their theories. The kings sealed the records. Priests argued whether this victory was salvation or damnation.
But one truth became undeniable:
The Archruin was not the end.
It was a beginning.
And somewhere beyond the horizon, an army born from fire and death marched — not to destroy the world, but to remind it:
Even ruin can be conquered. And even ashes can rise.
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freeharika
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Re: Congratulations to player Deathtank!
The reward is waiting for you on the server.