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The Prince of the Ombrae

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again. For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten. It feels so cold in Ombrae. Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children? It is so calm in Ombrae. Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise. It is so warm in Ombrae.

Dragoslawa · Fantasie
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139 Chs

Silver claws

Zuline was not as excited as Jäwell to see Archanium furious and humiliated. His pride had been heavily wounded. He has always been the master of everything. Everyone was obedient around him and it was natural that he had been expecting Jäwell to crawl and beg for mercy in fear of being killed again. Archanium was sure the prince would have been traumatized and terrified after their last encounter, the way he fought him in the past had been extremely brutal, but here they were. Jäwell was laughing, doing little jumps, and ready to throw himself at Archanium's throat whenever Zuline would make a sign that she was ready.