Before The Age of Glory
In a realm shrouded by humanity's darkest sins, a world adrift in a sea of lost purpose, Allthim decreed a final reckoning. Age after age, emissaries of divine light were cast forth, beacons in the night of ignorance. Yet, their sacred words were met with scorn, their holy missions met with steel. Now, as twilight descends upon creation, Souael, a soul ignited by fate, is chosen to be the last ember of hope.
A mantle of destiny is draped upon his shoulders, a burden of truth to be borne. For within the heart of this world, a grotesque tapestry of deceit has been woven, a perversion of morality cloaked in societal grace. Souael, a sword unsheathed for righteousness, must first cleanse this corrupted soil before striking at the root of evil. Amidst the labyrinth of deception, he finds solace in the omniscience of his creator: "They weave webs of lies, but He is the master weaver of fate." With faith as his compass and justice as his blade, Souael embarks on a perilous journey, a cosmic ballet between light and darkness, as the world trembles on the precipice of oblivion.
Note: I reworked my previous delayed novel. This time I have my precious semester break to write.
I write it in my first language, so I just translate the original using AI. My apologize.