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The Ascending Angel

Author: sceanery
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Read The Ascending Angel novel written by the author sceanery on WebNovel, This serial novel genre is Fantasy stories, covering action, romance, adventure, reincarnation, magic. ✓ Newest updated ✓ All rights reserved

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Dr. Reno Schneeberg, a dedicated resident at a local hospital, is tirelessly working towards his dream of becoming a neurosurgeon. However, the shadows of his traumatic past—marked by a father who subjected him to physical and mental abuse—continue to haunt him. Despite years of trying to move on, the scars remain deep. His life takes an unexpected turn when he encounters a figure from his past, delivering a message that changes everything. Resulting from that single message a series of events unfold, filled with unbelievable up and downs, as well as the supernatrual but also horror. At the end of all of it Reno finds himself facing what seems to be the end of his life in a seemingly unimaginable place. But is this truly his end? (The main story is set in a time period comparable to the Renaissance on Earth, filled with supernatural phenomena inspired by Celtic, Roman, and medieval folklore. The story focuses on Reno as he tries to navigate a completely new environment and survive constant threats while trying to grow stronger and grapple with traumatizing events.) *** Everything in this story is purely fictional, and none of the characters exist in real life. Reader caution is advised due to violence and gore. ***

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