time of godly terror
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billions of years ago when god's still appeared on earth, when human souls were oblivious to the world around them, when dragons roamed, when seeing mermaids or fairies was normal, in this world a child was born a child who's birth was so forbidden that the god's themselves were terrified.
welcome to the life story of symfora a name literally meaning calamity. a disaster living the life of a normal human watch as she goes through challenges placed by heaven and hell with her companions exploring many places to find answers to the questions of her existence and also keep your eyes open about the sweet slow burn romance with some she unknowingly has a crush on will she turn out to be a saviour or a destroyer will this romance hold her back or make her attain even more power read the godly terror to find out
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