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The Wolf of a Dark Age

Ren Lei is the fourth son of a minor noble family and the son of a concubine to boot. Being born a cripple, the only thing he has is beauty; beauty that caused him much suffering growing up in a house where no-one loved him. As if that wasn't enough, he was about to be sold off in a political marriage to a woman who had everything he didn't, the Princess of the Ether Cloud City, full of not only beauty but with immense talent in profound cultivation. Refusing to submit to his fate, as a final act of rebellion, in a desperate bit to retake what little control he had over his own life, he chooses to consume poison and commit suicide. However, the fates are not so kind to those that would try to change it. He survives but suffers from a strange condition that causes his soul to separate from his body. As he slowly loses the constrains of a physical body, he is forced to look at himself more closely and recognise who he truly is. Not only must he struggle against the destiny devised for him but also his true nature: a calamity whose howl will wipe the slate of an era clean, ushering in a new dark age. [Cover not owned by me, contact me if you want it taken down.]

1Sword2Peaks · Eastern
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Only the Last Leg Remains

A long and intricately decorated throne room stretched in front of a kneeling woman with a face full of wrinkles. Behind her, kneeled several other women dressed in the same black robes as her. Their heads were bowed and their eyes seldom wandered from a single point on the floor, as if afraid that even a single wrong glance would disrespect the being in front of them. 

"Puppet, what news do you have?" 

As the cherry red lips of the being parted, an uncanny voice filled the hall. It had a strange and otherworldly quality to it, appearing to be neither real nor unreal. It was not unlike a dream, seeming so real while one was still in it but shattering at the slightest touch of reality. 

The old woman shivered uncontrollably before she crawled a few steps forward, lowering her head till her forehead came into contact with the red carpet.