Hi, there Nate here :)
I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand.
After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery.
This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady.
There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate.
Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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