How could an illegitimate, orphaned, nameless daughter born in the desolation of a London baby farm, with a poor adoptive mother, eventually become a leader and adventurer?
When time comes, a madman spreads dust. Life, a nemesis, throws fire. The story of a century will be unfolded. War, plague, power, harm, hope. The cycle of fate begins to count, and rumors linger for half a lifetime.
Let us enter the city of suffering from here, and enter the empire where the sun never sets, bred by eternal pain.
(Don't delve too much into the parallel world of the same person)
Intention: This is what I want to do