On a world far away, on the very edges of the Aether, strange things are happening.
Rifts- wounds within the fabric of space and time- are opening across the continent of the Mire. From them pour strange mechanical creatures, harbringers of destruction made for this singular purpose before any could remember. First, people began disappearing here and there in the frosty wilds of the north... Then platoons of soldiers, then outposts, then entire cities. The scientists of the Mire work tirelessly to find an answer to these strange occurances but only meet with failure. Doom, it seems, is unavoidable.
However, just when all hope seemed lost, a beacon is set ablaze within one of these rifts which would allow a team to delve into the shadowy unknown in search of much needed answers- answers which may prove too terrible to comprehend.
In these times heroes must arise, or the world will surely perish. All they have is a powerful and mystical language and their ideals. In the end, neither of these may be enough to grant success.
If that is the case, neither Earth nor Ares will survive.
[A big thank you to Nora from Creepypasta.com for the cover art! I'm flattered that my work inspired you and I hope you don't mind me using it!]
A million dollar bounty, underground assassins, torture-it's all in a days work for assassin Jessie Wright.
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Molded into an assassin by the one who killed her parents, Jessie defies orders and goes rogue. Now with a bounty on her head, her only chance of survival may be with a man who's reputation is worse than her own.
Violence, Assault, Swearing.