PureVolume

In the Silver Era of the Fourth Age a black cloud swept across the once green and plentiful valley, leaving dry rivers and broken trees in its wake. The people who called this once beautiful place home cried out for help, only to intensify the wrath of this nameless evil. Then, when it seemed that all hope was lost, from the depths of a forgotten time, they arose... TITANS OF OBLIVION



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