When Legends Fall

When Legends Fall

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Fantasy
For thousands of years, the country of Alouana has prospered through specialization: Each man or woman of worth must join a Guild, to serve, study under, or fight for in times of need. In millennia past, each Guild was a strong brandy: Mages controlled magics of immeasurable capacity, Warriors wielded weapons of incalculable power, and gods among men roamed the earth. Today, however, it is but a well-watered wine; like children wearing their parents clothing. In Alouana's time of weakness, a man who lost everything seeks revenge, a boy who barely owns the shirt on his back will become the most powerful warlock the world has ever seen, and a past long-forgotten will reawaken. The fruit of destruction is ripe for the picking.
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The witches of Moraveth are nothing but ghosts-hunted, slaughtered, and forgotten. The Kingdom of Ravaryn thrives on our suffering, bleeding us dry to fuel their power. I was sent to stop them. Disguised as a noblewoman, I slip into the royal court with a single purpose: get close to the king, dismantle his empire from within, and make them all pay in blood. I have spent years sharpening my hatred into a weapon, and I will not fail. But then there's him. General Tristan Vale. The King's Butcher. The man who led the charge against my people, who burned my homeland and stained his hands with the blood of my kind. He is ruthless. Unyielding. A legend built on the bones of witches. And now he is my greatest obstacle. He watches me too closely, shadows my every step, as if he knows I don't belong. He is meant to be my enemy-my executioner, if he ever discovers the truth. But the longer I stand in his fire, the more I begin to see the cracks beneath his armor. The war-haunted man beneath the legend. And the way his touch-his forbidden, maddening touch-sets something inside me aflame. I came here to destroy the kingdom. So why does its deadliest weapon make me want to burn?

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