CHOSEN: CODE BREAKERS
- LECTURES 562
- Votes 16
- Chapitres 3
En cours d'écriture11m
Dernière publication ven., juil. 19, 2019
Banning evil doesn't stop it from continuing. To break the Code of destruction, the Chosen 5 by the Great Oracle journey to the dark side of the spiritual realm to face their worst nightmare. Along the way, tests are taken, challenges are faced and defects are mended...
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