Kurin

Kurin, a name she had been given by her Master but a name she had earned.

Empty in the ancient language of the Üstün, she was just that. Soul-less. Or at least that was what they told her. Her Master she trusted the word of and he was the one to affirm it.

She was on a mission and had made her way through the Kuru Alanlar, Umissia's broiling desert. She saw the ancient city's entrance. Underground it lay.

She was in the right place.

She had a man to see about an army.

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