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Story of Abraxas

Author: Evakii
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Read Story of Abraxas novel written by the author Evakii on WebNovel, This serial novel genre is Fantasy stories, covering action, adventure, magic, dark, superpowers. ✓ Newest updated ✓ All rights reserved

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Abraxas was a Bounty hunter who ran a tavern with his childhood friend, but his world suddenly turns on its head when hes given a request to save some kids that were mysteriously mind controlled from a temple. Upon finding out he's a Dragonborn, he sets out with his newfound strength to find out more about himself, and to save the world from chaos.

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