[DOIWA]
A kingdom of terror.
A home of beasts.
A den of bastards.
A ring of Lycans.
A dance of devils.
That was what Doiwa was for many who lived within the walls of a nation so huge, a faction that occupied more than three-quarters of the realm.
It was a palace so huge that the name of the supernatural realm had been forgotten, and everyone who thought of the realm could only ever think of Doiwa. In this realm, there were only two things that were possible.
To be part of Doiwa.
Or to be a prey of Doiwa.
Most of the time, it was one and the same, perhaps that was why many had accepted their gates and whatever was headed towards them.
A kingdom that should have been even home had been single-handedly reduced to a hellhole by the woman who didn't even rule with an iron fist. She was the devil who took and eliminated.
