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Intro. The world did not fall all at once. It wore out. Year after year, war after war, hunger after hunger, until misery ceased to be an exception and became a habit. Heroes are not born here, tired people are born. The earth promises nothing, heaven watches in silence, and faith weighs more than steel. Living is not a right, it is a temporary concession that can be withdrawn due to debt, illness or simple bad luck. Power is inherited, poverty is reproduced and death walks among the living without hiding. The streets smell of smoke, old blood and resignation. The law punishes the weak, religion explains the pain, and war consumes what little remains. No one remembers a better time with certainty, only rumors transmitted by those who are no longer here. In this world you don't ask yourself what you want to be, but how much you are willing to lose to keep breathing. This is where your story begins, not to save the world, but to see if the world will allow you to survive.

Dark real medieval world

@Cesar