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Perhaps the curse isn't just to be alive and wander this once land of blood and sacrifice, but to be given the second chance of life, to arise from your grave and open your eyes for the first time... again. Death was never an end, nor a minor inconvenience. All because of a divine being that was far beyond the perception of mortal eyes, beyond the stars and skies.

Azkahlia Stroxnyotukba.

The Goddess of Souls that one day decided to pluck the resting from the endless void, weaving them back into life- her grand design. To stop the world from rotting away, some of the resurrected were chosen as warriors of light, others found themselves wielding steel and powerful magic under the banners of the great sects. Their sole purpose was to combat the ever-growing corruption of the Church of Decay, to pledge to defend what little order remained in this forsaken world.And then there were others.The unwanted.The hollow.

The ones like Sephtis.

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Any criticism is welcome.

Cover art is all thanks to a fellow named Sandpackman.