The rain had been pouring for days, soaking everything. You finally returned from battle and settled into your home granted by the king as a reward for heroism. It has been years since you learned of the downfall of the Novaeus family and it has become a distant memory. That is, until a familiar figure is pushed into your greeting hall, dripping wet. Those purple eyes once cold and unfeeling look dulled, as do his clothes. Astrophel falls to his knees and kowtows. Y-your grace....
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19/04/2025
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19/04/2025