Primaeval
❝I was told you are the best, Feredir.
Was that... a 𝐋𝐈𝐄?❞
Adalas asked, towering over him holding a rather deadly calm expression, nearly grinning once he noticed the terror in the man's eyes.
Even if he was truly calm there was no hiding the doubt laced in his voice...
❝N-no, Your Majesty. I am-❞
❝You 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬, but when there are men who consider themselves the best, there are men who are 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑; stronger and more capable of things that others are often not.❞
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❝𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌.
𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆.❞
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It's been several years since the death of King Solace, but to everyone, it felt like only yesterday.
A man who was well-liked among his court-his subjects adored him, cherished as one might say, until the day of his death.
An unexpected murder by a blade dipped in a pool where greed and jealousy bathed themselves.
The seasons began to shift into an unforgiving winter, and then soon after, a war followed suit and a new king with it.
Will four friends rise against their newfound dictator? Or will Illamore become what it once was many years ago?
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(cover art belongs to Ekaterina Yakovleva!)