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“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥....𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵.”

One hundred years after the fall, the earth still groans beneath the weight of its own ruin.
The virus burned through blood, the bombs split the sky, and the walls of Miridian rose to cage what was left in what was once known as Paris, France.

But not everyone bowed.
Not everyone obeyed.
And not everyone stayed behind the walls.

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Five Factions. One Broken World
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⟁ Miridian – the city of walls and sermons; obedience dressed as salvation.
⟁ The Perdus – shadows in Carrion Row, black market whispers in the Black Vein.
⟁ Devoro – the hounds of Korrath, carving survival into flesh and fire.
⟁ Vitruna` – Draughalla’s zealots of frost and flame, scars their creed.
⟁ The Foundry – Mireveaux’s forge, building something worth saving out of rust and ruin.

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What We Offer
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⇢ Detailed lore
⇢ Mature storytelling and themes (21+)
⇢Heavy focus on survival, politics, rebellion, and war
⇢ Faction driven plots
⇢ LGTBQ+ friendly
⇢ Real faceclaims only
⇢ ERP allowed but not the focus

8:13 isn’t about survival.
It’s about what’s left when survival rots away.

Join the story. Take your place in the ashes.
The clocks will strike again.