A Guardian's Return
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Once a guardian deity of a great and prosperous kingdom, now lost and forgotten in the ever-flowing sands of time. Cursed to endlessly roam the lands she had failed to protect, until one day- after a couple of centuries, the curse is finally lifted.
Now, having been a Guardian for her entire immortal life, she has no idea on what to do next. The world is as chaotic as it was before her fall, demonic entities, foul creatures and the occasional Divine Beast going on a rampage.. and with her weakened state, it's going to be tough to survive.
But hey, that definitely won't stop her.
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