
by Pdead
In the frozen shadow of the Great Wall, where the Kingdom of Everfrost holds back the endless assaults of the Elven Kingdom, sits The Midnight’s Rest. Isolde is its mistress, a woman of porcelain beauty and midnight secrets. To the soldiers of the Vanguard, she is the hearth that keeps the biting cold at bay. Threats are stirring in the snow, and the line between devotion and obsession is beginning to blur. In a supermassive world crumbling under the weight of Titans, Angels, and Industry, Isolde must decide how far she is willing to go to keep her light. Will she find salvation in his arms, or will she drag him into the dark below?
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