Good And Evil

Good And Evil

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Two ancient forces will eternally be on a collision course - light and darkness, good and evil. But in order to wage their war, they both need tools - in the form of people. And in a story of both literal and figurative war, there is no middle ground. Everyone must pick a side whether they like it or not - and, even more interestingly, whether they realize it or not. Different motives, different actions, different methods, different sides, but only one outcome is certain. But even in the certainty, there is uncertainty. It is a certain that a war will be fought, but there is never a guarantee as to who will be the victor. A story that takes you on the winding road of an interesting journey awaits you. And from the moment you step into their dangerous world, you will see that when it comes to these two forces, the die has been cast since the dawn of time.
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