Prologue

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The world stood on the brink of destruction. Below lays the abyss from which there is no return. Behind, predators approach, bickering for the largest, juiciest cuts. For the most part of my life, I aided them. I was the Egyptian plover, helping the crocodiles in their barbaric escapade in return for safety. Of course, I later realised my mistake, but it was already too late to do anything about it. I do not seek any redemption for my sins, but nor am I hoping to return to those gory days. Instead, I am merely putting my past behind and seeking a better future.

That, however, is the end of the tale, a tale I have yet to begin. It was an age of war.

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