Chains of gold ARC 3

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In the year of our Lord, 1987, the denizens of the Shadow Fang clan found themselves shackled in servitude, for their esteemed leader had departed from this mortal coil

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In the year of our Lord, 1987, the denizens of the Shadow Fang clan found themselves shackled in servitude, for their esteemed leader had departed from this mortal coil. In the wake of his demise, nations far and wide established their strongholds upon the lands of Shadow Fang, treating its people as mere chattel.

It was an era when the indigo plant, renowned for its regal hue, captivated the hearts of many. Yet, this allure bore a grave consequence; wherever the indigo took root, no other crops could flourish, for the very essence of the soil was rendered barren, stripped of its vital nutrients.

 Yet, this allure bore a grave consequence; wherever the indigo took root, no other crops could flourish, for the very essence of the soil was rendered barren, stripped of its vital nutrients

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Many more private as well as government companies began to open and hire workers at a very cheap rate in shadow fang clan

Vex was, as always, tending to the indigo saplings in the early morning light, the clock striking 4:00 AM.

Mr. Roswell: [Exhaling heavily] You've been at this for weeks, Vex. I still can't wrap my head around your choice to plant indigo. We cultivate crops that sell quickly, not ones that take ages to grow.

Vex: [With a playful grin, brushing his fingers over the leaves] Patience, Mr. Roswell. Indigo is more than just a plant; it represents change. A single drop of its dye can transform any fabric... just as a single thought can alter the trajectory of a person's life.

Mr. Roswell: [Rolling his eyes] You always speak in metaphors. You should concentrate on your tasks.

Vex: [Gazing up, his violet eyes meeting Mr. Roswell's] Work and words are intertwined, aren't they? The mind is like a field, waiting for the right seeds to be sown.

Mr. Roswell: [Frowning, feeling slightly disoriented] Hmph. Enough of your peculiar musings. Just... finish your work.

Vex: [His tone softens, flowing like a gentle melody] The work... yes, the work. But tell me, Mr. Roswell, isn't it exhausting? The burden of responsibility? The pressure of making choices? Wouldn't it be simpler... to release that weight? To trust?

Mr. Roswell: [Staring into Vex's eyes, feeling entranced]

Vex, a member of the shadow fang, possesses a unique gift-his eyes can mesmerize anyone, bending them to his will. Those who fall under his spell become fiercely loyal, almost like devoted servants.

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