Prologue

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Foreword

Throughout the valley stands a divine deity, capable of wiping out a nation with just a snap of his fingers.

Standing in the valley that was once full of life, and now is nothing more than a burnt and cracked ground, littered with charred logs.

His chest was bare like a warrior, his white hair waving like the flames of a campfire dancing in the night breeze, his amber eyes shining like stars that had descended from the firmament.

His gaze was shocked and lost, not knowing what he was looking for, or who he was looking for, or even what he longed for.

He looked around the destroyed valley.

He began to advance, leaving footprints behind him on the ashes, in incandescent flames that reflected his anger.

A traveler who does not know his purpose or his destiny... The heir of a cursed lineage, the heir of a tortuous cycle and heir to great power... but still, without ever wishing to be an heir to such power, he has to face his crude destiny.

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