Cage of Bones
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Última publicación mar, jun 3, 2025
Azrael's Night is the sacred night of the darkest of thieves and unholiest of criminals. No matter what kind of low-life you were, you always came out and celebrated.
On this night, we meet Achlys Erna - assassin and an angel of death. Death is a cage to most people, but to Achlys, it's freedom. It's a way to escape, to get what she's always wanted. The only thing stopping her? Her boss, Kratos, King of Assassins, and the person who raised and made her who she is.
For years, Achlys has yearned for Kratos's death, to escape from his clutches. What she doesn't know is that Azrael's Night is going to change her whole life. The first surprise of this sacred night being the death of Kratos, and Achlys being framed for his murder.
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