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Ch'lores
1589 A.C. (Years After the Chaos)
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Oh! I have no clue how many fragile creatures died by misusing magic.
But I remembered that day, the chaos' come.
None of the species were innocent.
I remembered that countless dead bodies in every corner.
Their blood merged into crimson rivers around the mountains,
and I could feel bloody smell when I saw through the burned sky.
The women's sighs were the breath of the demons.
The babies' cryings were the echoes of the devils.
I give them the last chance. There will be the one who is saving the world. When this one is born, the future of the world is in his mind. ----Unknown Author
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