PREVIEW
... resonated with the final roar of the Ancient, its echo swirling amidst the low-hanging gray clouds that seemed to mourn the lost battles of a shattered world. Fitran stood amidst the ruins, the ground beneath him littered with debris, while swirling dust danced in the air, stirred by the waves of destruction and the invisible currents of fate. The very atmosphere was thick with unspoken suffering and lingering shadows of the past. In this heavy silence, a soft yet weighty voice pierced through: ...
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