Legends of Maka- Heroes Born

Legends of Maka- Heroes Born

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., juil. 19, 2016
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Fantasy
The world of Maka is full of peace and prosperity. Each nation, The Elves, Faerie, Humans, Dracons, and the Eyphah, are separated by their own race but the alliances they have keep peace and trust between them. The Maka Army is the symbol of that trust. They are lead by one commander of each nation and include every race that desires in their ranks. However, the wars of past times are quickly catching up to them and are ready to throw the trust and honor of companionship into the fiery inferno that will soon engulf the face of Maka. The Angra Mainyu. The bane of existence on the face of Maka festering across the sea, lead by a ruthless and mysterious king, is leading his troops onto the mainland. Will the Maka once again come under war and fall to the Angra Mainyu? Will the Maka Army, symbol of the unity of the nations be able to hold off the incoming tide of assailants?
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