When Silver Burned: A Hidden Progression Fantasy
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"There'll be no place to grant you refuge. No gloves will soften the blows the Republic is going to rain down on you and those you love. Not even the last crumbs of justice will stay reserved for your kind." His smile was adorned by blood seeping through the cracks of his teeth. "Long before this is over, you will have embraced misery." Kalsin stared down at the dying man. "You're probably right. You were before, you know. When you told me about the Republic tearing itself apart if a cure was found. If people caught word, if they discovered some power with the ability to cleanse the Scarrd, it would start a war so large and so monstrous in its destruction, the heavens themselves would weep for the next thousand years to come." Kalsin leaned closer to the collector, whispering. "Only... I do not care. I'll find a cure for myself so I can be finally reunited with my sister. I'll find the cure for Jack, because she deserves it more than any dirt I've ever met in this cursed world. And to do it, I'll trudge through waist-deep paste of the collective rotting corpses of both the guilty and the innocent." ~~~ The cruel hand of life made Kalsin a bitter and cynical man. First, it was his silver eyes that marked him different than the rest, and then came his inability to surge . An outcast among outcasts, he had every reason to give up. But he didn’t. And now, chasing the trail of a legend, he will claw his way up from Scarrd to Clenn, one bloodied rung at a time. In the tumultuous ye