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The continent of callisee is under the attack of the continent of largo and they aren't putting up a decent fight. that is until Marx and Edima show up. Marx is an an encrypted open book. everything is there but you can't figure what it means. the frustration in not being easily understood makes people steer clear of him. Edima is everyone's friend yet no one's friend. No one even knows where she lives. all they know is that you can see her coming from the hills at dawn pushing her cart filled with dried meat which is considered the sweetest and juiciest they've ever tasted. After she fainted one day due to a fever which was discovered later on, she was carried by Marx to his hut where their journey began. find out their connection to the war and find out each others pasts. let's find out if they are capable of saving the realms from a fate unimaginable...with the help of friends of course.
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