Assassination of the Saviour Lord

In a world where humankind lead, they've created an order of a natural organism shaped by the roles of a prey and a predator. To be born and thrown into the realm of survival would drive even the greatest stoics into madness. To stand through the perpetual survival that is existence, humans have latched onto hope.
In glacial conditions, in pitch black darkness, during ruthless wars, when taken the position of a prey, terror compelled them to pray miserably to an unknown force. As centuries passed humans have shaped this force through imagination, hope and desperation into a god, who takes the form of a regular man.
Eventually almost all world have came to rely on the existence of this never seen or heard man and they named him The Saviour Lord, as legends of him secretly living amongst them to protect and serve them peace spread along all world. The dominating predators have taken advantage of the power and influence the Lord possessed and created rules by their favour that apparently the Lord had ordered.

This story takes the life of a brave girl whose ancestors have lived and died fighting the order of The Lord. Nevalin from Maneryan, one of the few tribes that refused to oblige to the order of The Saviour Lord.

𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐋