FALLEN HEAVEN

FALLEN HEAVEN

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"A legend that refuses to die." In a world teeming with monsters and adventurers seeking glory through blood and steel, the name Canis Majoris was once whispered with awe and fear-a shadow-born warrior who felled enemies before they knew they were hunted. But now, he is nothing more than an administrative staff member in a quiet guild, spending his days with coffee, cigarettes, and silence. Yet the fragile peace he built is beginning to crumble. The terrorist group known as the Bloodminers-ghosts from his buried past-are on the move again. And when a cold, unyielding military officer named Shina Mariposa begins to uncover secrets long thought forgotten, Canis is forced to confront the legacy he tried to abandon. Alongside Aron Telsa, a young adventurer who looks up to him, and an old comrade who still believes in his humanity, Canis must choose: remain hidden in the shadows-or become the Death the world once feared. But this is more than a tale of fighting monsters. It is a story of identity, legacy, and the true cost of peace.
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