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Art (cover) by zengjiayi on DeviantArt, Please support the artist, by going to this link https://www.deviantart.com/zengjiayi59 Trigger warning: gruesome theme, sensitive language and mature contents A hundred years had passed since the war against witches reached its conclusion, leading the Kingdom of Londeve to a century-long peace. Everything's all well either for the young village baker boy, Tristan who lives a simple life with his two younger siblings not so far away from the country's capital. As ordinary as he might seem, it is not to be expected that he's actually acquainted with the only living royalty residing in his homeland, Crown Princess Anne of Londevè. Even so, their decade-long friendship never brought any significant change in each others' lives throughout the years, and for the humble young man, it is something to be relieved for. However, fate seem to have its own mischievous way of twisting the humble orphan's life. It was a remarkable encounter that turned his seemingly normal life into a dangerous rollercoaster ride as he got involved with the epitome of misery herself — the manipulative and mysterious lady, Serina Lourdemayne, who has been ironically keeping the peace at the Kingdom as a substitute Queen despite being a witch herself. Will this accidental and unwanted engagement ever reward him? Will they be able to work progressively despite their obvious and huge differences with their loved ones, responsibilities and aspirations in line? Dive into the world of magic and witness the journey of Tristan and Serina together with the noble Paladins as they protect the Kingdom from the coming calamities and from the new enemies that could possibly be more powerful and sinister than the wicked witches the human race had faced before.
The tale of consecutive despairing events that doomed humanity spurred from the ascension of underworld monstrosities following the physical departure of Gods and Goddesses from the mortal world. Lacking any option left to turn the table around, turned to the apathetic divinities once more.
Ties between the heavenly and the earthly remain severed, although assistance was provided under a certain condition — sacrifices. One maiden was to be chosen in each kingdom, who were agreed to be among the poorest peasants; burned and after three days, the figure of women were reformed from ashes. Incomparable power manifested within them, at the price unknown to the mortal beings. By the order of Gods, righteous and courageous heroes fought alongside them, having bestowed upon with a fair amount of divine energy.
Demonic beasts retreated, being almost wiped out by the joint forces of the heroes and the selected ones. However, it turned out that the salvation they were blinded by, had always been a hoax. They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches".
The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.
After a decade of hopelessness and complete surrender, Heroes rose from various origins—holding on to their own intentions. They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon.
Knights, commoners, a king, a foreigner held their weapons and desires tight and proud, fighting desperately for the sake of their oppressed race. Among those weapons, was an existence created by one of the seven vassals of destruction herself. That creation, whose nature is most similar to that of the tyrants, stood for the abused—yet treated as a recompense.
A century had passed, humans persistently lived, lost and gained, reaped and sowed on loop. However, the freedom and peace they fought for remained constistently at state of defense, and so do that "one" — the forsaken one who has consistently been forsaken.
Nonetheless, that "one" earned and earned, having nothing to lose at all. A name, a character, immeasurable power and everything it takes to survive her long, secluded life until the call for the reason of existence to come once more, perhaps she'd be rewarded with at least the right to put an end to her journey of perpetual sacrifice.
