Frostbitten: Test of Courage
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MatureOngoing7h 11m
Last published Fri, Dec 7, 2018
Frost Richtofen, a boy said to exhibit blood of the near extinct race under control of Charcoal and his empire. He befriends others but only one person can completely relate to his past as they pair up to become true Legends... Contains Mob Talker, mature content, use of language, bloody fights, extreme gore, strong emotional love and pure adventure mixed with fantasy!
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