(not completed/edited)

(and don't bother with the chapter numbers. I don't feel like going through the whole thing again and redoing them)


In a land built upon the foundations of magic, darkness has defeated the light. The ancient hero set on a pedestal of prophetic victory was killed, and evil flooded into the realm in a great rush. Runir sleeps in an eternal night, the sky and sun veiled by crimson mist and black clouds. The people are slaves to darkness, living under the tyrannous rule of the Oppressive One. Rebellion is unthinkable, but not dead... It lives.


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