Chapter 0 Prologue

In the mystical realm of Eldoria, where empires rose and fell like tides under the gaze of an ever-watchful moon, two princesses stood as symbols of their divergent worlds. Lysandra, known as the War Maniac in the icy dominion of the North, was a tempest on the battlefield. Her name whispered like an impending storm, she reveled in the art of war, leaving a trail of destruction that spoke of her fearsome might.

Contrastingly, in the sun-kissed lands of the Southern Sanctuary, Princess Esperanza was hailed as "The Saint" by her people. Her touch possessed the power to mend both flesh and spirit, and her kingdom flourished under the gentle embrace of her rule. Esperanza, with her compassionate heart, embodied the sanctuary in the midst of chaos.

Once, amidst the clash of swords and the unfurling banners of war, Lysandra and Esperanza found an unlikely haven in each other's arms. Their love was a clandestine affair, a secret whispered between the howls of war and the gentle rustle of healing breezes. Lysandra, the War Maniac, and Esperanza, the Saint, forged an ethereal bond that transcended the boundaries of their tumultuous realms.

As the drums of war beat once more, Lysandra found herself drifting into the recesses of her memories, the weight of her armor mirroring the burden of nostalgia. The battlefield, once a stage for stolen moments of passion, now echoed with the clanging of swords and the cries of impending strife. Lysandra's mind wandered to a time when love was the only conquest worth pursuing, and Esperanza's touch was the antidote to the venomous wounds of war.

The contrast of their worlds became a haunting melody, a symphony of love and conflict that lingered in the air. Lysandra, the War Maniac, yearned for the warmth of her beloved Saint amidst the cold brutality of battle. In the impending storm of war, their love story became a delicate dance between the clash of steel and the blooming petals of healing, a tale etched into the very fabric of Eldoria