Seele Korper was not a hero. Thief or pickpocket were more fitting titles. For her, dreams of heroism were closer to delusions of a grandeur she would never attain. So she stopped dreaming sooner than most, and never let herself dream again. That was, until she encountered an opportunity. An old cripple at the end of his rope who wanted to extend his legacy. He didn't care about her, and she didn't trust him, but they each had something the other needed. The chance was slim yes, but it was a chance nonetheless. A chance to create a world where no one would be forced to grovel for life and liberty ever again. But of course, nothing was ever quite that simple, was it? (Cover Art by Neytirix - Artstation)