Destiny
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Once upon a time, there were these special, special people...
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In the modern 25th century, some people were born with special abilities. These people were immediately recruited into one of the five elite clubs, to develop and strengthen their abilities, rising above everyone, and everything.
A war was stemming between the five elite clubs, some disagreeing with the wishes of the others, and in the midst of a possible battle, seven special supernatural children were born.
A person should only have one ability, but these children, they had one dominant ability... And many, many more hidden, waiting to emerge.
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