Lucien’s Fall

The storm rose like a god unburied.

No horns.

No omens.

Just a wind that forgot how to whisper.

Ash curled in great spirals across the sky as if the world was remembering how it used to burn. Above Hollowspire, the last of Sirelia’s fortresses in the shattered east, the heavens roared and bled li...

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