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Viscait: Reforged

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Time 6h 36m

Reads 156
Votes 2
Parts 40
Time 6h 36m

HowlBoundStudios

Mature

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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.All Rights Reserved

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