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Era of Players: Death God

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Nickaido · Fantasy
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238 Chs

First to wake up

In the center of Sunhold lies the fabled Private Area, a cherished enclave within the bustling city.

Picture a grand stained glass window, its frame intricately carved from aged oak.

Sunlight streams through, catching on the colored glass and transforming the scene within. Deep ruby reds become molten lava, glowing with an inner fire. Sapphire blues morph into a vibrant summer sky, flecked with wisps of golden sunlight. Emerald greens shimmer like a sunlit forest, dappled with light and shadow.

The figures depicted in the glass seem to come alive. An angel, its wings a cascade of sapphire and gold, reaches out towards the viewer. A saint, cloaked in a robe of ruby red, gazes serenely upwards. The details, painstakingly crafted by a long-gone artist, are brought to life by the vibrant sunlight.