Shadowspell: Chronicles Of Ondel
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Five girls,
Handpicked by Divines,
To kill
What cannot be killed.
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The world of Ondel lost hope, long ago; a land, once beautiful, plagued by a bloody civil war and brainwashed bigots who aspire to eradicate the inhuman races. Times were dark in this age, but nobody thought matters could become worse.
But they can.
From the ruins of a broken world, a threat arises. A dragon, with wings of black, eyes of ember, and supposed immortality pumping through its blood. The beast, who kills with no remorse, is bound to destroy the world.
In the time of despair, the Eight Divines respond to the fear-driven prayers of their people--with five names. Five names belonging to five girls destined to save the world.
Five girls destined to kill what cannot be killed.
Five girls oblivious to what they are truly getting themselves into:
For the pond looks deep, but it sinks even deeper...
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(Book One of the Chronicles of Ondel)
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