Malefic
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Years ago, in a realm different from ours, a boy was born. He cried black tears, a moment never witnessed in the history of life.
Their king, Aster, ordered the boy's death, knowing all too well that it was not possible.
Now years later, the boy is a warrior, ready for the war to come.
"Dare to know, bellator"
"I dare."
~~~
After all, a phoenix only rises when death is near.
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