
by FiveFlies
Cyrus lived his life as nothing more than a number, fighting to survive in the depths of the Red Arena. He was never meant to escape it. But when he does, he finds himself in a world ruled by divinity where only the chosen are meant to rise. Surrounded by those blessed by the Gods, Cyrus should have been nothing. A child born with no affinity for the divine. But perhaps… some things were never meant to be blessed. Only to devour.
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