The Fallen
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The world of Alterion was once divided into three great lands.
Astralis, land of magic and wonder.
Mystaville, land of hunters and peace.
And Valeri, kingdom of shadows and fear.
But war came. Astralis rose in power, and Valeri was struck down. It's people were erased, and it's bloodline was wiped away. Or so the world believed.
Now, whispers stir again. The past is not as buried as it seems... and the fall of Valeri may not have been the end, but the beginning.
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