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Oblivion, A Timeless Void

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❅| "Even a vastness can no longer shelter you... or engulf your dream."

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[UNDER EDITING/REDRAFTING - latest chapter: 11]

To a world seemingly shrouded in a cloak of safety and eternal peace, death is an unimaginable concept. Yet for those whose rule of life was mere survival, perhaps that's a different situation.

For those who stood in the face of adversity, for those who refused to give in to the castigation of their lives, life has no sweetness to it. 

Merely the bitter tang of a blood-chilling revenge.

To avenge a loved one or perhaps even their own pain, the murderous intent behind their deceitful eyes is unmistakable. For, to them, lamenting about the past is a life lost to the cruel hands of fate.

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What happens when a woman as brilliant as the morning sun provides a haven in one's dreams? What happens when she, despite the agonies life carries, says to abandon everything right here and now and leave?

Alcestis did not need to be told twice. Seizing the chance to escape the horrible clutches of her grandparents, she sets out to find the Elementals-a band of heroes protecting the human realm from those that lied beyond, headed by her parents. 

She knew of the darkness that festered within her; she knew of the hatred that danced in her heart. 

More than anything, she knew the extents of how fragmented her soul was. 

What, perhaps, would unfold when she sets out on her journey, leaving behind the world she knew; leaving behind what hopefulness remained in her battered heart?

None would heed her an answer, indeed. None save for the rage that tainted her being.All Rights Reserved

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