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Ziyaretçi
Ziyaretçi
The quest for azunda hath drawn nearthe young king, the chaos he bringswith iron grip's sword, chants come forththe child of dark he isin prophecy, chaos not nearin chaos, prophecies beganthis child of dark, hath foreseenhe makes his own destinythe magic he creates is from his willthe magic of azunda, he shall receiveiron grip's sword guides his pathto the place which is no morethe journey to this place is creationin this creation, he shall beliving for himself and his destinyin his path, lies of the propheciesin his mind he sees anotherwho wishes to receive, azundahe sees light within in his enemyand laughs at the prophecyhis will and his word is his sorceryhe is waiting for theeto put an end to this prophecyazunda, give your power to methe child of dark has found theeand now must destroy, evil theeiron grip's sword has gone through theenow, azunda is mine for all to seethe king's task has been completethe chaos has begun for all to see