The Uprising: Age Of The Dirimati

The Uprising: Age Of The Dirimati

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When power demands loyalty, betrayal becomes a weapon. An ancient powerhouse. A vengeful Queen. A battle of wills. Dirimat has taken over half of the Southern Continent and is determined to watch the last half bend their knee in servitude. All magic users must march under this banner. But not everyone wants to do so. In a political struggle, a group of young men and women who are highly powerful magic users in Clav rise at the sidelines to vanquish Dirimat. The plan is simple - get to the heart of the problem. But how simple is that plan?
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