The turbulent river of Abiras stretches endlessly, and the fallen heroes sleep in the arms of goddess Saran. King, where is your empire...
The continent of Akras has never changed, only the figure of Serbia, the god of wind, has passed over the land.
Ancient legends have been passed down from generation to generation in the mouths of troubadours. The moon god Elune guides your path. Travelers, take a sip of wine before setting out on your journey...
From eternity to the present, who can still remember those dead souls that disappeared into thin air.
--------------------------Excerpted from "The Odes" by Andrea Kayal Troubadour
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║Magic/Chinese writing/BL/GL/BG/GB all available/Very tricky║
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