The Godless Lands
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The gods are silent. The faithful are dying. And the last sword of the divine bleeds alone in the ruins.
Lan Godfric was once the hand of divine justice-a butcher blessed by the goddess Tillia, a legend feared by heathens and revered by the faithful. But the world has changed. The gods are fading, their light dimmed beneath the rising tide of the Godless-monsters in flesh and spirit, led by Boris, a man untouched by blade or mercy.
When a remote village becomes the final battlefield between faith and blasphemy, Lan Godfric answers one last call for salvation. But the gods demand more than faith-they demand blood. As divine power falters and the church falls to ruin, the weight of hope is passed to two untested young men, Peter and Ezikiel, who must face a truth no scripture dared speak: the gods will not save them.
What follows is a brutal descent into divine abandonment, betrayal, and desperate resistance. As the last sanctuary crumbles, a darker truth begins to stir-one that could consume not just the village but the very concept of salvation itself.
Faith has failed. Steel remains.
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