Prologue

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The laminar was still, on a southern course where a young blonde woman was racing towards to. Her celestial eyes were dimming as if her life was reflecting death, her heart was beating a rather different substance of fear which was making her body frantic.

She made her stop along the floodplain of a river and caught a breather. Her white dress was still as immaculate as she was, even in fear-- she was still beautiful.

She thought that she had lost whatever it was that was chasing her, until the wind whistled harshly and howled loudly causing the clouds to bond in gloom. She let out a scream while turning around with an instinct. She felt chills behind her back as she saw a strange creature floating slowly making its way to her. Her brain sunk to her stomach, and her heart's productivity lost its tune.

It was as if she was in a trance, when it stopped mid-air. It used its pyrokinetic ability to lit her on fire. Glory screamed and screamed, until...

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