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In a time before Gods bled.... Before Crowns burned.... Before realms fell to silence-there was Viscait.
A bloodline born of divine error and mortal defiance, cursed to carry power that was never meant to survive. From Earth to the fractured heavens, their story stretches across lifetimes-warriors, rebels, kings, monsters, and martyrs-all bound by the same name.
And before anyone says Viscait is a hero's tale. it is a reckoning.
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Viscait: Reforged
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