Freedom vs. Zararli

Freedom vs. Zararli

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100 years ago, the Freedom Alliance was formed to help the rebels in the revolution. The Freedom Alliance consists of four divisions; Kalir, Herim, Veway, and Namev. After the rebels won and the revolution ended, the Freedom Alliance was disbanded. 100 years later, the Freedom Alliance is re-formed. The great, great grandchildren of the leaders during the revolution join together with other members of their division to defeat the Zararli division, which is planning to bomb the capitol, not knowing their true objective. Three days. One locket. The unknown chaos begins. 15 freedom fighters. 10 bloodthirsty murderers. All fighting for their lives.
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