Darksiders: A Hybrid's Legacy (Book 3)
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  • الوقت 4h 38m
  • مقروء 3,118
  • صوت 342
  • أجزاء 23
  • الوقت 4h 38m
إكمال، تم نشرها في أكتـ 30, 2015
للبالغين
"Has the emerald fire of your fight died?"

"...To Hell it has."

Five years have passed since the Abomination crisis and much has changed since then. 
But what came before it all? The crisis, the End-War. Many stories have been shared, histories made, but what of a realm and race long since forgotten? 
What made the peaceful into avengers? The rational into rogues? 

Only one hybrid knows this tale.


(This is a sequel to Darksiders Riders and Rogues. All Darksiders content belongs to Nordic Games and Gunfire Games. An oc besides my own belongs to AlTheDrawer)
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