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Death played at the edge of her blade.
Many planets fell beneath her decisive strategies, stumping the Abundance's curse. Through feats deemed impossible, she was soon revered as a guardian. The Mistborn Crane. A name befitting of her swift and nimble grace in combat.
But what happens if she slipped just once?
Just as something ancient stirred somewhere in the cosmos.
*Art by @nycthemera on X*
*Feedbacks are welcome :), this is my first time writing a story... Also, updates range from every week (can be a bit shorter or longer, depends)