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Arya's Wrath Unleashed

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Chapter 0 — Born of Darkness (English)

On the coldest, darkest night of winter, in a city where no light dared to shine and the walls were painted with sorrow and despair, a girl was born.

A vast, crowded, yet miserable city — where hunger, fear, and decay devoured its people from within.

They named her Arya, but no one knew this name would one day become a nightmare for her enemies… and a spark of hope for the forgotten.

At the age of four, Arya was a small, fragile child.

Her hair was tangled, her skin sun-burnt and bruised, her clothes torn and filthy.

She ran through the narrow alleys and wet streets of the city, surrounded by hunger, filth, and sickness.

No one looked at her.

No mother… no father… not even a passing soul.

Most nights, Arya would sleep in the shadows — under staircases, between piles of garbage, or in dark corners even the hungry street dogs wouldn't dare to enter.

But fate always finds its way.

One cursed night, in a desolate alley, as her small, frozen hands trembled and her empty stomach ached, Arya crossed paths with a wounded man.

A man bleeding, broken, with dark, weary eyes… yet eyes filled with secrets.

They called him Donati.

Donati, a warrior from another world — wounded, shattered… but alive.

Arya, fearless, gazed into that man's eyes.

And Donati, in that fragile child, saw something he had never seen in any human before.

Something made of darkness… made of death… made of destiny.

From that night, Arya and Donati stayed together.

Donati pulled her out of the dark alleys.

He taught her how to hunt, how to defend herself, how to fear the shadows… and how to live among them.

Two years passed.

Arya and Donati survived in the shadows — sometimes in cellars, sometimes in abandoned houses… sometimes in the ruins outside the city.

For the first time in her life, Arya tasted something close to safety and joy.

Donati told her stories — of wars, of the dark world, of shadows, of the battles he had once fought.

Arya grew… and in the heart of that darkness, the first sparks of fury and strength ignited within her.