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> | You volunteered to leave.
The prophecy called for a sovereign flame to descend into a decaying world and restore balance. You stepped forward without hesitation - because that's what rulers do.
But the ritual failed.
Instead of arriving as a savior, you crashed into a wasteland known as the Pit - a graveyard of metal, concrete, and forgotten things. Your Sol Emeralds are gone. Your flames are weaker. And the energy in this world feels wrong against your skin, like it's pushing back against your very existence.
When a group of people known as Cleaners find you standing in the rubble, regal and unyielding despite the dust at your feet, they don't see a queen.
They see a threat.
Now stranded in a world that doesn't bow and doesn't believe in destiny, you must learn to survive without a throne, without certainty - and without the full strength of the fire that once answered your every command.
𝙀𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.
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