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The past is the sea of ​​the present, and it's the shrine of the future. No one knows that the master of chaos, the king of death, and the envoy of hell. Is sittings on a throne of skulls as he watching the world in a deadly silence .. No one knew at the time that the past, present and future are a maze of amazement and shocks. Do not lower your head while you read so you Don't hurt yourself.

 when the hero of the story is the villain that the world is afraid of, when will the clock stop and announce the beginning of the end

Ring Of  Chaos

The Hell of the Worlds Prison - Hren

My heart sank as we approached the imposing structure, its looming presence casting an ominous shadow over my spirit. A nagging sense of unease gnawed at me, prompting me to scrutinize Fares's retreating back.

The prison walls, like sentinels of despair, conspired to heighten my apprehension, conjuring memories of a life once carefree and innocent. No longer was I the sheltered village lass, indulged in every whim and fancy. The world's cruelty had stripped away my naivety, leaving behind a shell of caution and distrust.

"You go on ahead," I declared, resolute to remain behind, a lone figure amidst the suffocating atmosphere.

But Fares, undeterred, responded with a chilling calmness, "If you stay here, the guards will discover you and our plan will be jeopardized."

The Dance of Death