The planet Lupia is on the brink of extinction.
The planet is cracking, shaking, its snow turning black, its mountains suffocated by strange red plants. The gods themselves have pity, but sometimes the god's pity isn't enough.
Nothing will save the souls now, and the Metoerverse knew this.
A disease, they whisper.
A disease, so great, it not only tears down the people, the population, but the planet withholding them.
Lupia was a waste, some said, the planet nothing but freezing tundra, crystal mountains, harsh cold. The elven race that lived there was, nothing short of enemies, the people just as cold and unfeeling as the biome itself.
But if even the god's take pity, how could their enemies not?
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Fanfiction★ READ DESCRIPTION ★ Scottlus Elveri is the third youngest prince of Lupia. Lupia is the frosty tundra planet that's dying. When the Metorverse council takes pity on the cold, notoriously prideful race of Lupian Elves, they send a Cryo-Ship to the...
