“Put on this collar.”... more>>
The transmigrant looked at the inscription on the golden collar, breaking into a cold sweat:
Master of the s*ave Asran, the beautiful and wise Farlia engraved this on the night of the full moon, symbolizing her unquestionable, absolute sovereignty over his life.
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Winter is coming, and the dragons migrate.
The witches shout: “Faced with such behemoths, mortals have no choice but to bow and kneel, seeking the witches' protection.”
The transmigrant stands with his sword and swears: “The scepters in the witches' hands should not be more noble than this sword.”
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