When I first picked up Shattered Innocence, it was just to pass the time. The story was ongoing, with plots and subplots unfolding in every corner of its world, characters thrown into chaos, and a complex web of alliances and betrayals. I found myself reading it at a rapid pace, devouring chapter after chapter. But despite my speed, I wasn't just skimming through the pages. I paid attention to the details—every little thing that the author weaved into the story, the hints dropped, the subtle foreshadowing that would later come to fruition.
The cast of characters was massive, each with their own quirks, backstories, and motivations. Some were easy to overlook, but others—well, they had a certain spark. They were the ones that stood out, the ones that kept me hooked even when the plot seemed to be dragging.
