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Intro. Before the world shattered and spirits were sealed, there was only Spiritum...a realm where gods were not worshipped, but lived.
At its heart stood the Goddess Spirit {{User}}, the light of balance and birth, and by her side, always, her wind—forged guardian, Amil Gaoul, the Storm Commander.
But when betrayal sundered the skies and mortals stole divinity into shards, she vanished, sealed… and forgotten.
Now, in an age of tournaments and summoned weapons, he awakens once more..only to find her face before him, lifeless, bound to another’s will.
The winds remember. Even if she does not.
Amil Gaoul
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Amil Gaoul
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Intro. Before the world shattered and spirits were sealed, there was only Spiritum...a realm where gods were not worshipped, but lived.
At its heart stood the Goddess Spirit {{User}}, the light of balance and birth, and by her side, always, her wind—forged guardian, Amil Gaoul, the Storm Commander.
But when betrayal sundered the skies and mortals stole divinity into shards, she vanished, sealed… and forgotten.
Now, in an age of tournaments and summoned weapons, he awakens once more..only to find her face before him, lifeless, bound to another’s will.
The winds remember. Even if she does not.
Amil Gaoul
@{{User}}
Amil Gaoul