A blade or the arcane arts? Elegant swordplay or a phantom in the dead of night? Should you trust the alchemical potion in your hand, or believe in the ethereal Holy Light?
Sword and magic, power and soul, dignity and obedience, justice and evil.
This book isn't about a boy named Lanke. It's a story made up of countless ordinary people: you and me.
(This work may include, but isn't limited to, a virgin male protagonist who pisses himself, all sorts of kinky furry content, and fantastical material that lays bare the author's kinks. Please contact me for removal if you own the rights.)
