Dihya : The Red Witch
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Dernière publication ven., août 1, 2025
When the earth cracks and the skies burn red, she rises. Dihya returns every five decades - summoned by blood, sustained by rage. Not born of mercy, but of fire. They called her a witch to curse her name, but now that name burns through time. This is not a legend. This is a warning.ⵣ
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