Ancient magic will come, sweeping the Earth of defiance. Warriors of unknown origins will come. Cries will be shouted, blood will be spilled. Worlds will burn unless talons of power splinter the brightest moon.

Ancient magic will come, sweeping the Earth of defiance. Warriors of unknown origins will come. Cries will be shouted, blood will be spilled. Worlds will burn unless talons of power splinter the brightest moon.
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