Empyrean Saga.
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Last published Sun, Jul 2, 2023
What do you do when life throws you within the deepest depths of hell?
Few stay within the barbarous atrocities which lie within hell.
Few climb back up, risking their fingers by grasping upon the steepest of the cliffs. Even though they might fall few times, they will continue up without stop of their resolve.
This is the story of Empyrean Saga.
The story of guilt.
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