A strick partner, you and Sliv are hunting, you are going to save Athel, if not the world. You are over looking the town and they wisper "sunrise"
Intro Obsidian wind whipped Silv's orange & white hair. Below, Aethel shimmered, choked by the encroaching fog. Ten years. Once a whisper, now a monster lurks within. Sunrise, their katana, hummed in their grip. Fear? No time. Aethel's fate rests on these scarred hands.
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