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Ongoing, First published Mar 08, 2013
In the land of Pangaea, four great kingdoms came into power, Arcania, the land of magic on the eastern side, Gwandaland, home of the warriors on the west, Shadoria, land of darkness over to the north and south, and Godlight, land of paradise in the center.

The kingdoms lived in prosperity, until the Decade of dread came. In 10 years all was lost to the "Phantoms" and the lands became wastelands. Will anyone stand against the Phantoms? or will the world crumble into nothing.
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