Shackles of Destiny

When I was fourteen, I contracted the Kazan Plague—the Curse of the Ghost Hand. People saw me as an alien, were afraid of me, discriminated against me, until I wore heavy shackles. But so what? Shackles are meant to be broken. Sooner or later, my sword will make apostles tremble and ghosts and gods surrender! I will stand at the top of the Arad continent! … "This guest, you seem to be drunk~ Do you want to ask Celia to help?" "No! Sosia, have another glass of cold beer. I'm going to get drunk tonight!" ———————————————— A story based on DNF ~ If you like it, please bookmark it ~