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Literature

Prologue

The king's sharp blue eyes swept over the battlefield. A smile pranced on his lips as he thoughtfully watched the scarred and bleeding fields. Where it used to be green everglades and innocent meadows there where now only fire, rivers of blood and rotting corpses. Dying warriors staggered wearily around, still full of adrenaline and with war cries echoing in their minds, and despite that hope still burned in their hearts they fell, one by one. All set to a symphony composed of screams of pain and sorrow. Their king watched them in silence, with the smile on his lips and the ice in his gaze. He was born to rule, born to lead and control thos