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    Mohan

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    • Chapter 8

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      by Mohan A few hours ago, Mariax had overheard the humans moving cautiously on the other side of the river. “They say those noisy thieves from before have been caught.” “I haven’t heard anything about that.” “My little brother works at the fortress. He told me—secretly, of course—that the thieves were northern spirits. They’re locked up in the castle dungeon now.” “Northern spirits? What kind of campfire story is that?” “No, I swear! He said there were two spirits in the…
    • Chapter 7

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      by Mohan Thanks to the quiet commotion, even those inside the fortress realized that Gart had returned and came out to welcome him. “Anir? You're alive? I thought you'd died somewhere…” Three Thousandth, who had grown noticeably gaunt over the past year, glared at Gart. His eyes burned with resentment—resentment that the master of the house was never around, always gallivanting elsewhere while leaving him to suffer. “Three Thousandth? My goodness, I almost didn’t recognize you. Why do you look…
    • Chapter 6

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      by Mohan Ulri and Ba'en wore identical expressions on their identical faces. It was as if the sky had fallen. The twins, trying hard to wipe the despair off their faces, exchanged glances. They were sharing thoughts. Mariax calmly waited for an answer. “We spilled a bit while cooking. It was Ulri’s fault.” “No, it was Ba'en’s. That’s why there’s a little less today.” “Is that so?” “Y-yes.” “Then why did you only use reindeer meat?” The twins exchanged glances again.…
    • Chapter 5

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      by Mohan Mariax felt an urge to raise her hand and cover her chest. Those blue eyes seemed to dig past her skin, all the way to her faintly beating heart. Before the thought of danger could even form, she instinctively took a step back. Lawidy, too, seemed to act on some instinct—her hand shot out the moment Mariax retreated. A hand veined with thick vessels aimed to seize Mariax’s arm with force. But just then, a large snowflake landed on the back of Lawidy’s hand. And she froze in place. Only her pupils…
    • Chapter 4

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      by Mohan “…You're right. It looks delicious…” Despite her words, Mariax hesitated, merely staring at the food instead of reaching for it. The stew’s dark brown color wasn’t the issue. Nor was the meat being slightly charred, or the stray hairs floating here and there. What bothered her was the unfamiliar ingredient—thin and long, about the size of a pinky segment. And there wasn’t just one or two; it filled the spaces between the broth and other ingredients so thoroughly that it couldn’t be…
    • Chapter 3

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      by Mohan On the other side, a man watched the crowd as if observing a stage play. He stood in a shadowy alleyway, removed from the sunlit plaza, leaning against a wall with arms crossed. He let out a quiet chuckle. It was none other than the widely praised hero, Gart. I never thought I’d see the same kind of madness from the zealots of Libal here in Thul’mor... Now that it had come to this, he found himself somewhat able to understand the mindset of the giant god Libal. Humans, throwing themselves to the…
    • Chapter 2

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      by Mohan His composed demeanor and confident stride were nothing short of heroic. This surreal scene of him walking alone toward the giant was worthy of the heroic tales she'd heard since childhood. Could he truly be that great hero? Tears welled up in the old woman’s eyes. The man stood before the altar. The god, towering like a mountain, looked down at the small human on the golden platform. A brief moment passed in still, heavy silence. The giant moved. With ease, it seized the man in one hand. The…
    • Chapter 1

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      by Mohan “O god, deliver us.” In the darkness of the prison, trembling voices whispered in fear, “Please, if you can hear our voices, have mercy on us. Spirit of Tala, Watcher of the Forest, Deep-rooted Tree, Tide of Deepwaters.” As many as there were prisoners, so too were the gods they pleaded to, each cry laced with desperate hope. Yet their earnest prayers were mercilessly drowned out beneath a greater roar. “Anir, Libal!” The air trembled. Toot! Every time the warhorn blared, thousands…
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