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Amoraverse: Destiny's Hands

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In the fictional Amoraverse, the Amora a being who is timeless and undefined by mortal measures pulls the strings like chess pieces intertwined in an elaborate fashion. A being who is curious about his own creations and his own work is never not astonished by his own creativity. You could call him a narcissist being who enjoys himself and his own creations more than anything, but he is the time itself or the definition of the world. Can his own creations defy their master? Can you defy your fate? Can you defy time or the very definition of the very space you live in? Our Heroes are dumbos, idealists, loyalists and utterly boring in their company. Even the author (The True God) doesn't know what's in store for them because every character has a soul that is distinct and has their own dreams which no plot armour should dare to touch. Only you the reader, should be allowed to manipulate the mind of our heroes and test their strengths as they face the ultimate god; that is you and me, the reader and the creator.
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