Perditus Spero
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Last published Fri, Jul 26, 2019
Welcome to Elpis, the land of Hope. After centuries of humanity's own attempts to decimate itself, there was only one habitable place remaining on Earth. Everywhere else was a wasteland. But it only took a few generations for humans to change for the better. Humanity finally evolved. Though, it wouldn't quite be called a natural evolution. Moreso, it was a supernatural evolution. Magic flowed through the veins of every survivor of the Centuries of Disaster.
Mavros Storm is just a sixteen-year-old boy. He wasn't special, though he certainly wished he was. He wasn't a hero. Though he wanted to be one. Every step towards the military and the Decatria was a step closer to becoming a hero of Elpis.
However, the Clique Decatria had other problems. As the strongest thirteen people in Elpis, their job was to protect everyone. The Realm sought the edges of Elpis, far away from the Clique Decatria and their bases, and now they are striking back. In a desparate cry for help, the Clique Decatria summons as many willing people as they can to fight by their side.
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