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A gods vessel

Eight years ago, a devastating war erupted between two powerful nations. The reasons behind this catastrophic conflict remained unclear, though many speculated that territorial expansion was a major factor. The war raged on with neither side gaining a clear victory, earning it the name "War of the Tides." The aftermath was grim, resulting in a drastic reduction of the population in the affected countries. Among the millions affected was fifteen-year-old Dan Lionheart, who grew up in the war-torn region of Tufesti. As a child, Dan lacked the privileges that many others took for granted. The war stripped him of everything: his father, whose face he struggled to remember, and, a few years after the war ended, his mother went missing as well. Dan turned to his mother’s research for solace and became deeply immersed in it. Driven by the dream of finding his mother and joining the ranks of the most formidable military force of his timecalled Guardians, Dan sets out on a journey that will eventually change his perception of the world. —————— It gets better at chapter 60 If you are looking for an action packed apocalyptic novel check out Grey: Monsters —————— Story pace: Normal Chapter Update: 1500 per day 10 power stones 1 bonus chapter 20 power stones 3 bonus chapters 30 power stones 5 bonus chapters Let's GO!!

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It's in ruins

It had been fourteen hours since the journey to Heloria began. The sun had set hours ago, casting long shadows and eventually plunging the landscape into darkness. The carriage pressed onward without pause, driven by the determination to arrive early. Yet, despite the urgency, it was inevitable that breaks would be needed, for the carriage drivers were human, not machines.

In the last carriage of the convoy, the atmosphere was oppressive. Every passenger sat with their heads bowed, a single hand covering their faces in a futile attempt to ward off the nausea that plagued them. The air was thick with discomfort and the pungent smell of illness. Amidst this gloom, Luna sat quietly, her eyes flitting from one person to another. She seemed strangely unaffected, her demeanor calm and collected, a stark contrast to the misery around her.