The Extraordinarians Part 7
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"A World Without The Weak, Is A World Without The Strong."
This is the final part of the 7 part Chapter of The Extraordinarians : The Storm.
A Choice is given to Zayd as a Ray of light signals the end of the storm.
A Peaceful life free from the endless conflict that he is doomed to face.
Or
The Harsh Reality where the peace he fights for is short lived.
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