THE EVE OF BATTLE. The Cyclopes' hunger for dripping human flesh, the fishmen thirst for widows' sorrow and the wizards gather genocidal spells. But our protector, STORM, is nowhere to be found. She doesn't want to be found. For her heart aches and bleeds for a lost love.
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