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God's Warriors

God's Warriors

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Fantasy
In the realm of Elementia, there were the elves and the humans. They all got along fairly, like it was not a large problem to deal with. However the droughts had disassembled the peace that Elementia greatly held. They all blamed Armedia's court wizard for the ongoing drought. But, Armedia was clever enough to deal with the situation, and they left the case, innocent. Aríanne Agnëw, Armedia's princess, felt a strange aura in the air, reporting it to Armedia's commander, Iliars. Something was not right. To Aríanne's discovery, Satan, has declared war on the hell-based Earth. So now it is up to Aríanne to preach God's word to all of Elementia, to prove that He is real, and to gain soldiers to fight against Satan's demons. Will she survive the daunting task ahead? Or will the demons take her into the abyss..
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