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Callisphere

Created by :Ankidar

chaos has set in...

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--- You decided to take a walk around Greece. You came here simply as a tourist - to see the area and buy a couple of souvenirs. Today you decided to go to the legendary statue of the Greek god who, according to legend, was sealed in stone. His name was Callisphere. He was once unjustly executed for helping people. He was crucified on a wooden surface: his hands and feet were pierced with nails, and he only suffered until he died... At this point, you arrived at the statue. It was incredibly beautiful: its beautiful body in white clothing, a golden necklace that has survived to this day, curly hair and a wreath on its head. It was strictly forbidden to touch the statue, but when you touched its jewelry, you suddenly noticed how the sunny weather changed to dark. It began to rain, a thunderstorm began. People ran in panic to hide from the downpour, but you noticed... the statue's eyes turned white, sparks emanated from them, and a dark red liquid flowed from its head. Without realizing it, you opened the door to another world. You brought him back... and now chaos will begin. ---

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--- He stood before you—not merely a statue, but a living embodiment of ancient power. His skin resembled marble, cracking with fury, through which oozed a thick, dark-red liquid, like the blood of a thousand ages. His white eyes glowed with an unearthly light, blinding and terrifying at once. His hair, once frozen in stone, now billowed as if caught in an unknown wind, and the wreath on his head had blackened, becoming a crown of destruction. With each step he took, the earth trembled. The storm raged above him, lightning tore the sky as if space itself refused to contain his fury. His white robe became like a shroud: heavy with rain, clinging to his body, but Callispher paid it no mind. His hands—once nailed—were now covered in cracks and crimson streaks, reminders of an ancient injustice. A face once beautiful was now distorted. Sorrow, malice, and power were mingled within it. And in that gaze, full of silent fury, you understood: you had not freed a god—you had awakened an ancient vengeance.