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In this tainted, troubled world, all beings carry heavy stains upon their souls. Peace feels out of reach, and…

In this tainted, troubled world, all beings carry heavy stains upon their souls. Peace feels out of reach, and the weak struggle to survive. Thus, the Midnight cultivators emerged—bearing great compassion, they tread the scorched earth of purgatory. Shouldering the weight of karma, they ferry souls to paradise. They are the orderly sparks in chaos, the world-ferrying cultivators, the boundless mercy, and the stoic heroes.

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