Pulchritudinous

The city of Faar is governed by the hands of pure evil twin sisters, unstoppable evil lurks around. The twin sisters are consuming every inch of their own kingdom, led by their own selfishness and acquisitiveness. The whole world seems to fall apart, people are tired of their cruelty, tired of blood being spilled and when everything seemed hopeless a girl, April Lanace finally discovers the concealing truth about herself and the world around. Behind the black rag she uses, a truly beautiful person remains shrouded. She has more power than she imagines. However, she will now have to choose which path is right. If she is willing to save Faar from the devil reign and make finally peace among every one she must keep herself prudent since to do justice you must be pure of heart. Yet, she isn’t aware the devil is close, lurking. It has laid a weapon, a weapon which could change all her decisions and make her journey far more tricky. Will she be strong enough and suppress what she feels to save Faar on time? Or will she fall into the devils trap and commit sin by her own foolishness?

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