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Humans have always been pack creatures, without the pack they wouldn't survive. This makes them reliant on it , and willing to lay down their lives to protect it from anything that can be considered a threat.
In the world of ARD,where monsters and demons reside, humans have been constantly challenged and almost brought to extinction . Yet, somehow they survived, they persevered, how? It was all thanks to the three angels and their gift of Rouh, a peculiar power that allows humans to harness the power of elements
Wind,Water,Earth,Fire and Life
Fantasy , Action , Magic and beautiful violence
(Caution: this story contains Violence and Gore)
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