+ ARCANE ODYSSEY + // The Bronze Sea

+ ARCANE ODYSSEY + // The Bronze Sea

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Sif finds himself on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere, with no memory of who he is or where he came from, let alone the source of his mysterious powers. At first, his abilities are a blessing--at least until he digs too far into the past of the world around him, the Bronze Sea. From then on, it's a hunt for answers, answers that Sif would go to the ends of the earth to find. But how far is he willing to go in his search? And what will he do if he finally comes to terms with the past?
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(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

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