Spectre of Corvus

The Warmonger known as General Alastair Hecate of the Empire got executed through the trial of justice orchestrated by the federation of nations. Dying and achieving freedom for the first time through the flames of pain and suffering, Alastair now found herself in the darkness of the abyss. There, she would get judged by three beings no one and nothing could comprehend. They were monstrous primordial creatures before everything and nothing. Anyhow, the judgment resulted in Alastair becoming a Krieger. A warrior who passed through realms in exchange for souls. With this, Alastair was at last given a second chance to become someone better than before. Someone with the title, Spectre of Corvus. ――――― [Disclaimer: I do not own the cover of the book. All credits will goes to the creator of the cover. If you wish for its removal, tell or pm me, and I will remove it.]

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Alastair slowly opened her eyelids and found herself in a luxurious room. She lost her consciousness along the way during the return to the northern gate. Alastair shook her head with an annoyed expression plastered on her face. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, which wasn't a good feeling for Alastair.

The feeling brought upon her body was worse than a hangover. Overusing her spirit power to counter something double the amount did some damage. After calming herself down, Alastair escaped the clutches of the comfy bed and finally stood up. Her silver-white hair ruffled as her entire figure revealed itself.

She wore black-lace nightwear, making her look a dozen times more seductive than before. But at the moment, Alastair didn't care about her beauty or appearance. What she wanted was food. Her stomach was hungry and kept grumbling for a meal. Well, it was quite understandable.

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