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Three weeks before her fifteenth birthday, Wilizamate anticipated her father's return amidst the bright and clear truths of Yuletide's towering utopia, a masterfully painted blank canvas by the respected authorities. In this world of orchestrated splendor, truths intertwined with ancient alien races, unseen by humanity for eons. As she grappled with internal conflicts, questioning allegiance in a meticulously crafted reality shredded between gods and machines, the optimistic concierto unfolded. Wilizamate's journey unraveled against a backdrop of meticulously maintained order, leaving torches teetering on the edge of revelation, yearning for answers to the enigmatic questions that echoed through the limited scope of her understanding, with each note of the concierto resonating a clandestine tune that hinted at... just something.
For two years, the god patiently gathered much of his followers only to mercilessly eliminate them last year for a gruesome display of power. At Camp, demigods face a dilemma: quarantine due to the mortal threat of SARS-CoV-2 or actively engage in a defensive battle against the god. The medical division is on high alert, while the infantry hunts the lord, their numbers drastically reduced compared to December 1944. To stay means witnessing the lord's ruthless rule; to fight risks leaving the ones who could've fought another war at a dreary cost.
As the echoes of an ordinary school rally faded, the unexpected descent into chaos began. Zolàna, Triss, Nicole, Elizabeth, Quanfei, and Yue found themselves ensnared by the enigmatic grasp of the Order of the Forgotten Triparte. What was meant to be a routine check-up of an eerie, otherworldly realm took a harrowing turn into a nightmarish labyrinth of twisting corridors and shifting walls. But their powers were not what mattered now; it was their unraveling sanity in this non-Euclidean nightmare. As the boundaries of reality warped and fractured around them, they clung to the last shreds of reason. Desperation clawed at their minds, for they were caught in a sinister game with rules they couldn't comprehend. The air grew heavy with dread, and an inescapable darkness loomed ahead, promising answers or oblivion. Their lives hung in the balance, teetering on the precipice of an unspeakable abyss, and the truth they sought was nothing they could have ever imagined.
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