It was a crimson Moon. The day where both chaos and blood baths pours. A day, where betrayal tastes like cakes. And greed overflows with the epiphany of what to come.
Also in that full moon, a baby was born. From a family that is nothing but a disgrace. A family that has no statues in the world filled with cultivation and supremacy.
The girl was born with the half moon sigil, pointing downward imprinted in her nape, like a birthmark.
Her birth brought many cries and deaths. And she grew up being loathed by her family friends and relatives.
Until a day, when the mark glows crimson full moon, will she be called to her destiny.
Until that day, the destined one, has to remain useless for a thousand years, until she is called upon.
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This is just the Prologue. Yet, I have a very good feeling about this .
Let's goooo!!!