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The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgott, their honor shattered and their kingdoms brok by treachery.
    The Peace of the Myriad Heavs has be severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have be created as a beacon of hope.
    Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since be forgott, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells?
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    "So..." Arse continued, joying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my T Commandmts: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—"
    "F-Father…"
    " —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four.
    "...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded.
    "Shhhhh. Just let this happ. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— "
    "STOP!!!!!"