Eon
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  • مقروء 492
  • صوت 24
  • أجزاء 3
  • الوقت 11m
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Unlike all of Eon, and indeed all the Underworld, Lavernia remained unexplored. Steeped in mystery, it teemed with crumbling ruins and untouched caves -- and also hidden dangers.  Greywyn, with a great deal of luck and wit, left the dark streets of Xion, the empiric ring surrounding Lavernia. He was one of the few lonely Exiles that escaped. Will Greywyn turn away from his dark past and bring peace to the war-ravaged continent?
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