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Fnf His Throne

The Legend of the Eternal Throne.

On the Orandia Continent, strong individuals and geniuses have never been absent. Whether it is the noble Elves, the resilient Giants, or the majestic Dragons, the legacies and families of all races stand firm on this ancient land. The civilization of the continent has endured the test of time, with its glorious history interwoven with bloodshed. However, this continent is not a peaceful paradise. The dark tides of the Demon Race surge forth, and the magical beasts ravage the homes of humans, Elves, and other races, slowly closing in on the heart of every civilization. Disaster is inevitable, yet in this time of crisis, internal strife between factions and empires still persists. In this turbulent land, who will shoulder the responsibility of changing the future? Who will reclaim control over the collapsing destiny? The wheels of fate begin to turn, and a boy who starts from humble beginnings is gradually advancing toward the pinnacle that will change the Orandia Continent. His name is Roy. A boy of ordinary origins, a child with nothing to his name, yet due to the favor of destiny and his unwavering determination, he paves a path that belongs to him. As Roy rises from a despised youth to a savior feared and admired by all the races of the continent, every step he takes is filled with hardship and challenges. Confronted with a chaotic situation, he must not only fight against the Demon Race and magical beasts but also find his own strength in every difficult decision. This is a story of growth, struggle, and sacrifice; a tale of how a hero rises from being an unknown nobody to ultimately changing the fate of the entire world. Watch as Roy rises through harsh trials, conquering past enemies, and ultimately standing atop the summit that is his alone, securing a place of his own.
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His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
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