by bleedingcrow
The world is trapped in a ending cycle of greed, hatred, and suffering. Kings waged wars in the name of peace. Nobles grew rich while the innocent starved. Heroes rose to challenge evil, only to become the very tyrants they once swore to destroy. One boy believed it could be saved. Everything changed the day he sold his soul to the Crow Spirit—the embodiment of Death itself—in exchange for unimaginable power.
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