❝ our story has only just progressed ❞ three years passing by. bloody war fought and won. lives lost and chapters flipping. desperation for new hope. dreamers become chosen. cracks within the world deepen and grow. a world that begins to fall apart. ❝ are you up to continue a story ❞
༺═──────────────═༻ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ⁱⁿ ⁿᵉʷ ᵒʳˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵘⁱⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵒʳ ᵇᵒʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒᵈ, ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱ'ᵐ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵗᵃⁱˡᵒʳ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵉʷᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ⁿᵉʷ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ʲᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵇˡⁱⁿ' ᵐᵃⁿ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ⁱⁿ ⁿᵉʷ ᵒʳˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵇˡᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˢ ⁱˢ ᵃ ˢᵘⁱᵗᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵗʳᵘⁿᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗⁱᵐ...
•𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎•