Épisode Pilote d'Eriendore - La Chute
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En l'An 497 de l'Ère nouvelle, quelque part dans le vaste monde de Dussenzel... Un incident des plus meurtriers vient frapper l'une des plus puissantes famille de ce monde : Les Porte-L'Aube. L'une des doyennes, Talia Herfiln, se charge de veiller sur le monde connu et sur sa noble famille jusqu'au moment où cet incident se produira et fera basculer le destin de cette dynastie dans une lente chute, en entraînant tout le reste...
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