There is a tale of a civilization that transcended that of the dawn age, of a time where men could move faster than lightning and raze entire cities to the ground. Such tales were seen as nothing but whispers of mad men and witches. Yet on the Eve of the blood moon, a young boy is blessed by a goddess. Like the forest, the Child of the Moon would be a harbinger of peace or war.
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