Ashes of the dead, disseminated every second, into the puddles of strong. Cities wither to ashes, mortals scorched. It's a world, of the strong, where only the fittest survive. This is a story of a mortal, target to abjection, as he cringes in fear, his arousal from slumber and his might, which will overturn the world.

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