The land cries out, and the Draka tremble. The scars of the past, and present, warning of a terrible future. Something must be done, before it’s too late. Crystals ripped from the ground begin leaving fissures in the land. Deep fissures that reach down to the depths of Eucos itself. From within a power surges, the power of life, the power of death, the power to fight back.
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Shine a light on that which hides in plain sight and be ...reborn.
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