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Continúa, Has publicado dic 14, 2025
A hero faced with the consequences of his past actions meet the only person who can get him out of this predicament. Much to his dismay, he finds himself taking advantage of the situation more than he lets out. Will the lone Hero be able to keep his title? or he, shall too, meet his own demise under the influence of others. 

Hero, a fitting name as a reminder of one's purpose - casted upon him ever since his birth. Is a name truly a mirror to one's ability? 

After a tragic event, a person who's able to turn his life around appears into this seemingly dull life of his. He begins to take advantage of the kindness and support the person has provided, given that he has never felt such kindness in a very, very long time.

You, who dare to change a person's fate, shall too meet the price of doing so. A fate cast upon Hero, a prophecy seen by a prophet such as yourself - curious and oblivious with a heart too big for oneself. 

"You dare change my prophecy?" Low but stern, the speaker scoffs, "Challenge me, Lone Hero."
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