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Hidden Beyond the Flames

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The world wasn't always like this.

It used to have been a peaceful place where all creatures could live happily in union with one another for as long as they like. Then the discovery of the Heart Stones happened, a stone that grants the wearer of its choosing incredible, God-like powers to use in whatever way they'd like, and just so happens people confused the individuals for Gods of the lands, ones that had made the very ground they walked on.

It took no time at all for such words to be leaked out. Everyone began to worship them as such, allowing each person to rule over whichever land of their choosing. They called these individuals Sages.

Everything was fine until a manipulator of shadows showed up, wrecking everything the Sages had tried so hard to maintain. It didn't help that after decades of battling him, the Fire Sage disappeared without a trace, never to be seen from again. It was like they had vanished out of thin air, not even a letter of recognition was left behind, or, most of all, their Heart Stone. After generations of this ongoing war, a small child decided to set out to bring a stop to this war, and plans to do that by reuniting all four Sages to help vanquish the villain of their lands, and restore peace once more.Todos los derechos reservados

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