The Realm Survivor

The Realm Survivor

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When college becomes a fight for his life, Johnathan is thrown into an inter-dimensional adventure spanning more universe than he thought existed. On his travels he searches for who he really is. On his journey he is accompanied by Zaphara, a strong rebel leader, and by Rowan, a devoted warrior. The trio work in tandem to fight back the rising tide of Rêàlians and take back their homes. Up ahead the pathway led into a wall. I followed it and when I stepped into the corridor the air temperature noticeably dropped. I shivered and continued. I saw carvings of creatures with reddish and grey skin and became a little worried. I walked along the corridor and the carvings turned into statues in little openings in the walls. They were carved out of stone but they were strangely realistic, and the weren't giving me good feelings. They each had a weapon either in their hand or sheathed, in some cases holstered, on their sides and backs. Their weapons were primarily melee style but a few had ranged weapons. There was one that had a bow with three arrows nocked.
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