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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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To do what is right

Clyss was tensed to see the camp of refugees. He had only known the calm of the ballroom with only Zuline and Jäwell. Now that Jäwell disappeared to him suddenly, he was constantly checking for everything around him. Zuline made a decision, she left the camp for a few days with Clyss. They went into the desert to research a grotto that could welcome him. 

She walked on an errand for a few days, searching for a place for Clyss to be in a calm environment. They eventually managed to find him a den and Zuline stayed with him. Her heart was broken and she didn't have the force to come back to the camp. Zuline was not able to be a leader anymore, her mind was full of Jäwell's words, expressions, and scent. She spent countless time observing her leg as she still had the mark of his fangs and she surprised herself by caressing the scar with a terrible sense of loss.