Swirling Storms; ON HOLD!

Swirling Storms; ON HOLD!

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In the great land of Orphyis, there are too much bloodthirsty rulers than it should have. Wars are a vey frequent occurrence. So much unnecessary blood are spilled. There is another war yet to come, a war unknown to man. It is slowly swirling like storm, a storm with a power so great, anything on its path vanish into destruction. It is another season of hunting. The hunted isn't a problem, the only problem is, who is the only hunter left?
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