Duša Fantoma
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Last published Sat, Mar 28, 2020
Aligning the metaphorical, and redefining the action of "Thought". A silent wound resurfacing from the depths of Hades;
And a simple slash through the echo of all things brilliant... This is what marked the age of revelation, for a Phantom.
Wandering around aimlessly through the world known as Nebirox, in search of any reasoning as of to why a kid, must bear the resemblance of raw spiritual power....So quietly our journey had taken a dive face first into chaos, by the hands of a young child. He is left with nothing but the roots of creation and all things justified, or to quench the thirst for blood that gurgles within the veins of a hybrid. Welcome to the beginning of a new era, for the balance of a new world, sits upon the throne of it's hands.
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