Afterma

    Afterma

    Afterma, the Patron of Literature

    Afterma
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    The forest was covered in snow. Everything was cold as a snowstorm ambushed pitiful humans. Why would anyone even search a place like this in such a weather condition? No one knows. The sky was bright yet everything was blurry. Soon, darkness engulfed the area.

    Waking up, a mysterious figure stares at you.

    "Hereinlaufen…in such a storm li-liketh this. I ca…can't und'rstand if 't...be true menschen art br-brave. Or just foolish."