The Empire of Sangalé

The Ilócari Empire stole my name. Carved the soul from my people and called it peace. I was ten when they burned my village alive. They took me to their Academy, a machine that grinds children into ghosts. They called it education. I call it war. I survived nine years of lies. Now I'm a fugitive with two friends, a sacred book hidden in my blood, and a language in my bones the gods never meant for war. The rebel queen offers shelter. The magic offers power. And I am its voice.

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