Destiny Bleeds. Heroes fracture. In a world where prophecy is weaponized and truth cuts deeper than steel, young warriors are thrust into a war that defines logic and morality. Bound by trauma and haunted by legacy...  Book 2 Out Now on Amazon KDP https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FV2PXDYV

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