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Curse of the Devil
"The world is not beautiful. And that, in a way, lends it a sort of unparalleled beauty."
Life was simple enough in the village of Makru. Everyday here was the same. Villagers spent their days in tilling their lands and nights went by in forging weapons while they sang folklore. The sun rose here every morning, and nothing new ever happened.
That is, until a red sun rose in the sky and indicated that blood was spilled. The waters of the village rose in rebellion and people began to suddenly die. Five centuries later, the curse of the devil had awakened. And this time, no hero was born.
That is, until a red sun rose in the sky and indicated that blood was spilled. The waters of the village rose in rebellion and people began to suddenly die. Five centuries later, the curse of the devil had awakened. And this time, no hero was born.