Eternal Conflict | Fragments
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2 gods create a contract, a battle over the fate of humanity. One wishes for total annihilation while the other wishes for its atonement. 1 scroll separated into 4 runes, the key to the end of this long war. 14 warriors chosen by their gods to help decide the fate of humanity.
But what is the purpose of a war when larger threats lurk in the dark? When good intentions are twisted by fear and paranoia. Will chaos consume, or will justice prevail? And when the light is devoured by corruption, is it enough of a reason to reset everything.
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Eternal Conflict | Fragments, is a fanmade spinoff roleswap au of Eternal Conflict | Rebirth/Legends and Tears of Cataclysm. Eternal Conflict | Rebirth/Legends and Tears of Cataclysm belong to ZNathan Animations on YT.
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