
by EmporioBeel
The world did not end. It changed. In a post-cataclysmic world, unstable mana bleeds through the land, twisting beasts, reshaping nations, and feeding the ambitions of kings and prophets alike. Some call it a blessing. Others call it a curse. No one agrees on its origin. As rival tribes wage brutal wars in the coastal wilds and distant kingdoms prepare uneasy alliances, something older stirs beneath the surface of history, something buried beneath faith, power, and memory. John never sought to stand at the center of it, but in a world built upon the remains of a forgotten catastrophe, even the smallest choices can awaken echoes that refuse to die. And some ruins were never meant to be disturbed.
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