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Alma Fortis (Raw Version)
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Ongoing, First published Sep 18
(THIS STORY IS A WORK IN PROGRESS, EVERY CHAPTER WILL BE EDITED ONCE THE STORY IS COMPLETE)

Isang anak na may paninindigan. Isang ina na nawala. Isang katotohanang nakatago sa likod ng mga huwad na bayani.

Sa mundong umiikot sa mga Diwa o kapangyarihang nagmumula sa pinakamalalim na hangarin ng puso; ang mga bayani ang nagsisilbing dangal ng lipunan. Ngunit para kay Nate, hindi karangalan ang hanap niya sa Alma University, kundi paghihiganti.

Karangalan. Kagitingan. Katotohanan.

Hanggang saan siya dadalhin ng kanyang paghahanap sa dahilan ng pagkamatay ng kanyang ina?

At sa huli... ano nga ba ang tunay na kahulugan ng pagiging bayani?
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