Amidst the full moon. In the grief of the vast void.
Between sanctity and serenity. A testament to it was the sacrifice born of blood and tears.
Lamenting in the overwhelming silence. Is triumph genuinely merited?
Or, is it merely a facade to the true visage of the power-hungry beasts?
The resounding blare of the trumpet permeated the air. Accompanying it were footsteps, not just a pair but innumerable, yet one prevailed at the forefront.
His status and identity were resounding. The iciness of his obsidian eyes penetrated me.
He knelt and I felt the chilly caress on my cheek. Balancing between rough and gentle, he elevated my weakening form to align our gazes.
Like his eyes. Profound, frigid, and brimming with enigma, he declared, "I have discovered the worthy one. She will be my Queen."
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The Dove of The Lost Lands | English Version | Slow Update
FantasyIn the town of Satrosa, the town of slaves. It is not new for people like Yonahara to witness the day and hear the echoes of violence at night from people in positions like hers. As a slave, her only option is to choose between life and death. But w...
