The Warden of Hours

The Warden of Hours

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Fantasy
Amara, the Warden, holds the seal that keeps an impossible force imprisoned. Beyond the sealed walls, a force stirs that cares nothing for life or order. The Conflux Sentinels stand by her side, but even they cannot guarantee it will remain contained. Shadows twist at the edge of reality, and every moment threatens collapse. Should Amara falter, the world will remember her not as its savior, but as the moment it ended. ---------- Author's note There may be some mistakes when it comes to the magic and action part but bear with me. I'm doing my best to research about it. This story is for fun only. I only wrote this story because it has been plaguing my mind since I was a child.
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