P.S. The opening is a complete disaster. I don't know what I was thinking back then.
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A prophecy from the ancient past has already foretold it all.
Dawn born in the twilight.
Darkness fading in the morning light.
Flowers of the soul blooming on the battlefield.
In the Western Wastes, division rises once more. In the Eastern Sands, a wound to the soul. In the Northern Sea Forest, whispers in the dark. On the Southern Isles, despair descends.
At the edge of divine punishment, one man becomes an army.
Within the Valley of Evil, a requiem for souls.
In the land of sunset, a hell of reflections.
It all began with a dagger raised against a loved one,
and will end in endless darkness.
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Somebody help me!
