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Crimson and Ashes

Leydddd
The boy is dead, along with nothing but regret and hatred at the end of the world. At the Border between nothing and void, two hands reached out, vying for his remnant — the undying hatred of a foreign star, and a sleeping serpent coiled beneath alien fate. He knew which hand could lead him back. As from his ashes, a thread of gold rose from grey, woven into a child — and thus the mighty river rose until it swallowed the world. Walking among the living once again, he pressed his nature and manner against the fundamental of existence until the gaze beyond the sky turned toward him.  At the Border, the Audience was granted. From the Trial, he emerged with a new call: Treader.
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