Forsaken: the Artbook
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sat, Jun 29, 2024
I looked at the small, lifeless body in front of me, half of his hair had turned white, which is not a very good thing.
Seeing his condition, I held his wrist tightly, "Please, stay strong.." I whispered.
Not long after that, someone opened the door to my room. "The ritual is about to begin, are you ready?"
I took a deep breath, "..Yes."
....
In Aurelius, where it is a world full of mystery overshadowed by 5 enormous regions. After "The Gate" opened, these 2 races met and were forced to live together, they are Humans and Outcasters. Humans and Outcasters are divided into two groups, Sixth-sensors and Non sixth-sensors, "the Visible" and "the Unseen". Sixth-sensors are people who possess super-human abilities, such as telekinesis, telepathy and etc. This group was highly regarded by the Non sixth-sensors for having such unique abilities in the past. However, a certain "war" happened between the two of them, which causes large amount of Sixth-sensors death, and they are being hunted down by the non sixth-sensors until now.
After Elvis turned 18, he was given a task from Nolan, one of of the surviving Sixth-sensor in the war. He asks Elvis to find every single sixth sensors that are still remaining to close "The Gate", with the help of his Sixth-sense.
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