The end of the world came and passed, and so we must live. Burdened by war crimes, bounded by honor. The ice has melted, but the scars of fire and steel remain—etched into the earth, into our cities, and into our souls.
When a diplomatic mission unearths secrets long buried, alliances crack, and dormant rivalries ignite. But so long as duty is required, Vedad and Mont will stand on the front lines, bound by their oaths and haunted by their pasts.
A struggle for power ends everything and begins anew—a cycle of fire, steel, and sacrifice, where survival is not enough, and peace is always just out of reach.
[Alt-History]
I fucking hate my prose so keep that in mind. I spent 2 years just oulininig novels and barely writing any chapters, so again, forgive me.
I genuinely think this story has potential to at least be a finalist so I am doing my best to at least have it keep up with the plot.
PROSE, PROSE, PROSE, and PROSE.
[Alt-History]
I fucking hate my prose so keep that in mind. I spent 2 years just oulininig novels and barely writing any chapters, so again, forgive me.
I genuinely think this story has potential to at least be a finalist so I am doing my best to at least have ...