Descendants of Ether
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A high fantasy epic in the making, Descendants of Ether tells the story of several warring factions and their families across multiple eras and generations. With the world in utter disarray after a huge cataclysmic event, these families struggle to bring their own order to the world of Chao the only way they know how: by being the last ones standing...
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