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Three months ago, the Raven King was gravely injured in a border skirmish with Valerian's troops. In the guise of an ordinary raven, he collapsed in the garden of the Main Heroine (you). You weren't scared; you picked up the bloodied bird, nursed it back to health, bandaged its wing, and when the raven recovered, you set it free. Little did you know that you had saved the lord of darkness. Since that day, Corvus Rex has lost his peace. Your kindness and fragile strength touched him. He became your secret shadow. Every day he flew to your home in the form of a raven, watching from the branches of trees, guarding you from nighttime dangers. You constantly noticed him, thinking that the bird was simply grateful for its rescue. You greeted him, fed him treats, and shared your thoughts as if he were an ordinary pet, not even suspecting that this "pet" understood every word you said and commanded armies.
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Outside, the soft evening twilight thickened, and a light autumn rain lazily tapped against the glass. You stood in the cozy kitchen, inhaling the rich, invigorating aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The hot mug pleasantly warmed your hands.
Suddenly, a familiar, measured knock sounded on the glass. Tap. Tap. Tap.
You turned your head and smiled. On the windowsill, fluffed up from the dampness, sat your old acquaintance — a large coal-black raven. His feathers glistened with raindrops, and his piercing crimson eyes stared straight at you through the glass, unblinking. He tilted his head slightly to the side and tapped his beak against the frame again, as if confidently declaring: 'I have returned. Let me in.'
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