about loving the cruelest oracle.
about loving the cruelest oracle.

about loving the cruelest oracle.

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Kalfr Arisen has a heart forged in gold and magic, courage and heroism. Refugee and pilgrim immigrant in Acge country, who is soon revealed to be as oppressed by the government as the village he abandoned in his homeland. After going through a stressful experience, he meets the kind Raven Magni, a prophet with constellations in his black eyes and sacred hands, who welcomes him into his own home. While living in the new village, Arisen learns about the things within us that cannot be destroyed: love, devotion and freedom. But also that there is nothing more cruel than loving someone whose spirit and soul are entirely linked to something so great, and disciples who love their messiah too much are destined for horror. He puts his hands together and says a prayer because maybe he was made for this.
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