by BadSakusha
In an age when kingdoms and empires vanish as easily as they rise, the unpredictable tides of time ebb and flow. The eternal symphony of battle resonates everywhere, and the gods play at the chessboard of destiny… Heroes are born, like the overture that sets the tempo of history. Their deeds are written on illusory pages, with eternal ink and tragic thoughts… Some will be remembered with pride, others will become legends, others myths, others will be told with shame, others will be erased, others will barely be mentioned. Others will cease to exist, will be forgotten, will fade away, or will simply be carried off by the final breath that opens a new path with the same end.… But their memories will live on, even if they are no longer remembered… This is their story, one more...
