Shadowfall

Shadowfall

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Parts 7

Ongoing2h 27m

Last published Mon, Mar 15, 2021

action adventure angels apocalyptic darkfantasy

Everything collides in the end. Clear blue waters of the river trickled every so quietly as pink flowers bloomed in the lively meadow. Life itself was beautiful. People thrived and nature decorated the living soul. But not everything remained beautiful. The humans became corrupt, pollution killed much of the gorgeous nature and life slowly drained from the Earth. In an attempt to save Her creation, Mother Nature absorbed the pollution, all the bad that had begun to taint her world, only to find that it changed her. She found herself furious, angry at the humans for damaging such a beautiful creation, something she had worked so hard to make. So, instead of keeping all the absorbed Toxins within, she threw it back at the humans. She would start over. She would make something beautiful. Instead, she created something twisted. She created the Shadowfall.

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