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The Silent Choir of Shadows

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Europe, 1300. Under a blood-red sky, sanctity is nothing more than a mask for an eternal hunger. The Empire is dying. Behind the towering walls of the Grand Cathedral, an invisible choir begins to sing—not for God, but to awaken a darkness long buried. Rainnes Juoi, a village girl with snow-white hair and ruby-red eyes, is dragged to the Capital as the prophesied Saintess. She is adored by Crown Prince William, the golden-haired prince obsessed with turning her into a symbol of his own power. Yet, every prayer Rainnes utters upon the altar feels like poison. Clutching a wooden rosary engraved with "Sainticous", Rainnes realizes a horrific truth: she was not brought to save the people, but to serve as a vessel for something older than humanity itself. However, in the dark corners of the palace, another "Choir" is preparing. Lady Anne Marie Vain, the discarded former fiancée, did not weep when her crown was snatched away. Behind her spectacles and pocket watch, she orchestrates a network of informants infiltrating every crevice of the Empire. Anne knows the Pope has become a host for a demon, and she knows how to destroy him. She only needs one thing: an executioner who does not fear hell. That man is Prince Harold de Croul. The General who returned from the borders with a body ravaged by scars and eyes as dark as the midnight sky. Through a cold marriage of convenience with Anne, Harold leads his army to besiege the Capital. They do not come to worship the Saintess; they come to silence the demonic song within the Church. Four fates intertwine beneath the shadow of the altar. One prophecy that is revealed to be a trap. And a grand secret: that even the brightest light can become an offering to the shadows. "Do not listen to their song. For when the choir falls silent, that is when the demons begin to feast."*
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