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Discord community group For northern soldiers
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Up north, there’s nothing but snow, emptiness, and a silence that’s lasted fifteen thousand years.
Up north, there’s nothing but death… and ancient beings that never died off
because they refuse to. Just sittin’ there, sprawled across the ruins of a kingdom that once thrived long, long ago.
And even after all that time,
even though the world’s moved on and everyone’s forgotten…
they still whisper about him
that tyrant they called the Fallen Angel,
the one locked away in the frost of the North, frozen stiff beneath his pitiful armour.
But now…
He’s waking up again. Back on his feet.
Got no clue who he is—or what he once was.
And so, he walks the same path he walked before.
Right over the bones of millions…
bones that were once lives, blood, and tragedy.
Because now
his will is his own again.
*"Chapter updates every Thursday and Monday"*
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