"There is a certain enchanting beauty about charity: when you feed the hungred, shelter the homeless and offer kindness to the unloved, it is giving into the treasury of heaven; it is giving to God Himself."
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Avenues of the Cities,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Nightfall,
Second Wednesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
Imogen Zebulynn saw Death standing mid air over the skies of Hyll-Decanta, awaiting open massacre.
Just then, she felt her brother's grasp shove her close against him in a motion of impulse, like he was protecting her from some threat. She looked up and followed his gaze to see a few dark men with hooded capes standing at the roofs and chimneys of houses, holding bows out and shooting fires to the skies of the land.
