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Veil of the Forgotten

 In the wake of a fallen empire, a darker force awakens.

When rebel hero Muztek ends a tyrant's reign, the world rejoices-until he vanishes without a trace. From the shadows, a nameless order known as the Haznek rises, seizing the fractured capital with silent terror. As ancient powers stir beneath the ruins of the Mahava Dynasty, whispers of blood rites and forgotten darkness echo across the land.


In a realm still scarred by war, one young swordsmith stumbles upon a secret that could reshape the fate of the world.


Because some empires burn...

...but their shadows never die.


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