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survival of the survivors

A diverse group of the human race survived a very terrible and catastrophic explosion that drove numerous creatures extinct, thereby leaving about ninety per cent of the earth inhabitable. The survivors found for themselves a duelling place in form of a valley surrounded by enormous mountains which summited the clouds. The people lived together as one, but little did they realize that they were not alone. They never knew that there are other threats to take away their abode, other survivors who are on the quest to destroy them. What will be their fate, and who will be their hope and Messiah? Hatred, jealousy, betrayal, and agony: these were the flames with which the heart of a warrior was forged. The protector of the realm. Will Zelta be able to protect and unite the Survivors? or will the ambitious enemies attack, causing darkness to spike the last survivable place on Earth, leaving it barren and uninhabitable? Read, and witness this enchanting journey to an ancient world, where the deeds of extraordinary beings would forever live again. Actually, this is my first work here in webnovel. I did research and found out that female leading novels are not as preferred as the male leading ones. With that, I decided to put a lot of effort into the production of the book. Please give it a try, and I bet you wouldn't regret it. Contact me on discord @uzoma Miracle Ebube#1817 Facebook @ Ebube Uzoma You are free to DM me for any kind of support. Thank you.

Ebube_Uzoma · Fantaisie
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Tobin in the mountain

Ever since the start of this harsh weather, Zelta had seen it as a very strange abnormality in nature. Firstly, it started at a very odd season of mid summer, when the sun was meant to be out, and secondly, it looked like it was strangely most effective in a place which was closed most of the time.

Right now, Zelta didn't need a fortune-teller to know that the weather was far from normal, and there was something behind it, or someone.

It was a new day. The prisoners at the Busan woods were blissed by the cold frosty morning. Day after day, the cold seemed to be getting more and more worst. This was summing up their torture, and also helping to reduce their raging population, thereby causing a slight but satisfying increment in the contents of the bowls of the rest who were still yet to die of the cold.