Era: the past is in the present

Era: the past is in the present

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Era is in the past. Jade is in the present. Destruction is in the future. Jade swore to get revenge the day her boyfriend was killed, and now's her chance. Era is weaker than it has ever been before and now the time has come for her to destroy the people that murdered her boyfriend in cold blood. The only problem is that the people that she'll have to kill are her best friends. She's come to a decision about what to do, but now, a new person has stepped into the picture. Jade's way too familiar with this person and is all too sure what their plan is. Now, the question is this: Will she have the guts to battle through her old friends just for revenge?
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