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Once, the Great Elder Tree stood high and mighty, its vast branches spreading lush greenery across the land. Now, in its place looms a fortress of terror, its spires piercing the blood-red sky, guarded by Mongrod’s cyber-enhanced minions. The jungle, once a home to all Monanimals, was now burnt to the ground, and the air was choked with ash and despair. Bones littered everywhere, houses turned to debris, the landscape became a ghost of the past. The dark clouds of wrath were everywhere.
In the times long gone, Monadverse was a vibrant place; the ancient Moncore, an orb of raw power that breathed life and cloaked death, protecting and sustaining all, was kept hidden by its guardians in a protected realm.
Mongrod, a genius, had been shunned by his community for his forbidden knowledge. Exiled by the jungle he once called home, he vowed to create a new order where no one could reject him. 5 replies
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