The city of Ashendel stank of smoke,
blood, and old dreams.
Beneath the Blood Moon, Vale Ashwood was nothing.
No prophecy.
No divine mark.
Just a starving orphan with one bullet in a rusty revolver and nothing left to lose.
He didn’t dream of glory. He didn’t want power.
He wanted food. Shelter. A reason to keep breathing.
It’s pretty good for the first chapter I think it will get interesting
It has a good Story let’s watch were it’s going