The Story
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PLOT
Gabriel Huntermoon has joined the crusaders of King Albion Löwenräu, dispatched east to quell the uprising of the Dark Elf descendants known as the Vizerath. Driven by a determination to uncover the mystery surrounding his father's death and to evade charges of high treason, Gabriel remains unaware that he is at the heart of a complex web of power intrigue, born from King Albion's fear that Gabriel may know his darkest secret. Along his journey, Gabriel encounters Yasshira, a young eastern witch with whom he shares a telepathic bond, igniting powerful and conflicting emotions that seem to echo from a past life.
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Valisha Venmaliatus, the illegitimate daughter of Marquis Oren, is treated as little more than a servant. Raised in bitterness and fueled by a desire for revenge and power, she resolves to learn the dark magical arts of her ancestors, the priestesses of the Drakalia clan.
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Rhiannon, a young sorceress apprentice, struggles to control both her flames and her temper. Yet, the wisdom imparted by Hammerkunin is not enough to alleviate the anguish she bears for the actions she committed in another life, when she was the consort of the cruel King of the Gods, Ogmareth.
The Alasheers, the Gods of the realm, have entered a hundred-year slumber to reincarnate in human form.
Gradually, memories of their past lives resurface, along with uncontrollable powers and forbidden desires, awakened by an emotion the Gods have never before experienced—Love.
Love and Hate
The Prophecy of Goddess Araknya
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«Broken fates, destinies and regrets
The Fate of the Mighty Gods is fulfilled.
Without return begins the path
Which from the Veliath way leads to destiny.
Into the torrid land of mortal men
We wanderers will go, like eagles without wings
Led by paths adverse to us
into human lives so strange and different.
We shall find the thread that unites us all,
for only together does the garden blossom again.
The composition of the twelve broken glasses
reforms the crystal of the Returned Gods,
but only if the lesson with tears, blood and humility
by us wandering exiles from heaven, learnt will be.
Then the Moon will return to shine among the stars,
and we shall give new life to the world, O brothers and sisters.
Another path I see, of bleak solitude
A mistaken path, lost between hammer and anvil
A future of unforgiving hearts of ice
Hands that do not shake and good things lose.
The last of the Alasheers our history will remember
And to future generations our legend will sing.
This I say, when the Black Moon Prophecy falls,
So that each one may know that here the paths are divided.»
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