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Zandor, the land that had once been the inheritance of the old gods who guarded it. A land that had once been called the land of promise. A land that so many Moses’s had failed to enter, not to talk of exploring. This once fabled land that had been the dream of many gods was merely a shadow of its past self. The powerful gods who once guarded this land were all gone. The few that remained weren’t fully awakened, and those who had awakened weren’t sure of what they were now. Ultimately, Zandor had been conquered. Besieged by the forces that craved for the heritages left behind by the ancient gods and sought after by those that sought the vestiges of the glorious past, Zandor – the unprotected promised land – was easily stripped away from the mortals. Many gods had intruded this land, and many more fought for it. How had this happened. Even if its guardians were gone, the 5th guardian – the one whose hammer could forge the heavens – had awakened. He was strong enough to deter dozens of