by Kolpobindu
A prophecy which was supposed to turn the Wheel of Time, shattered. Along with it, the beginning of a broken era. Humans live within it with their recovered technology and borrowed power from a severed deity, who is guarded by her beloved. Anish woke up in the broken era within ruins, wearing a face which wasn't his. Someone murdered him... or her? And left the body on a red-tinted seashore. Will he try to go back? Or try to adapt here? Was it really Anish who woke up? Or was he never Anish at all — just plain old Viriya?
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Not my face | 0 |
| 2 | Viriya | 0 |
| 3 | The first word | 0 |
| 4 | Familiar yet not | 0 |
| 5 | Glimpse of the Dawn | 0 |
