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Prismatic Sovereign's Legacy

'Survive...Anasthasia' Keeps on repeating her mind. She found herself in the unknown future, will she be able to handle the tough adventure? WPC Gold Tier winner: Am I Too Strong? Anasthasia, the last known Prismatic Legatee, discerned the legacy as nothing but a curse. She came a long way until she built her empire, the Prismatic Empire. But things went far worse as she got caught from the flames of war. After a decade of war, Anasthasia, the empress of one of the prominent empires and the strongest human ever recorded in the known history of this world, found herself in a dire situation. Clinging to the one sliver of hope, Anasthasia soon trapped herself in eternal ice, but when the ice broke down, she found herself in an unknown place and era. Anasthasia torn between her cursed legacy and the future of humanity; whatever the case, she must make her decision. =======================================This is a long-term project of mine that would last up to 7 volumes. The first volume would be around 220 chapters. Please expect for the rest of the volumes. Have fun! Thank you so much Emperor Sgui Sgui for the cover! As always, its very beautiful! If you want to know more, please reach out to her, (turtleboiii#4991) in discord!

Magical · Fantasie
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A Steadfast Cult

The banquet continued without Anasthasia as she went on the adjacent side of the residence, relatively far from the event's cheers and laughter. From silence lurked within the grand patio, her head turned to the soft creaks heralded to her ears. 

It was a splintered wooden seat, varnished paint peeling off its crevices. Suspended heavily from the sagging wooden beam with verdant meadows snaking down to the ropes 

She drew inches closer and perched on, once more, hearing the creaks under her weight, and took hold of the swing's taut rope, gripping tighter than ever.

'What did I just read?'

Stretched her legs, and with a gentle release, she swung nimbly in the breeze. It was a must; to unwind the things that burdened her heart.

'He said, I shall return…'

Every inch of her skin brushed against the wind ebb and flow; the more she got to know, the greater dread washed over her.