WE LIVE AGE OF PALLADIONS WHITE (2022)
The curtain falls. Like rain, like tears, like heroes. Sometimes omens show you the way but not the consequences. Truth hurts; sometimes it heals, sometimes it consumes you. Dark clouds gather over Megalopolis 9, over the Palladions, over Hototo. They spread over a promise that was made. Sometimes storms pass. Sometimes they don't.
There's no ground to stop the fall. Barbarism has broken all boundaries. Falling and fighting is all that is left for our heroes. The heart that bonds Tala and Hototo screams with desperation, refusing to accept the cruelty that is taking hold of their destiny. It rains. It rains hard. "It's just a storm, silly. Storms always pass."
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We Live Age Of Palladions White #1 Cover A Miranda
We are back into the hopeful, apocalyptic world of Tala and Hototo. Year 2090. Six years have passed since Salvation Day, when Palladions, with their majestic powers, emerged as the protectors of humanity, saving the five remaining Megalopolis and securing the future of the human species. But nothing stays and the horizon always brings a new storm. These are dark times. Death, famine and desperation lurk around the streets of Megalopolis 9. The shield has lost thirty percent of its reach. The New Nature has learnt to create cuts in the energy channels that power the Beacon and the Palladions. A neverending horde of beasts siege the remains of the city, increasing the desperation among the population. The responsibility of keeping the city afloat lies on the shoulders of Generals Nesbo and Terrassa, who have to resort to risky survival measures. Journeying outside of the city in search of food is the only thing that is keeping the population alive, but nothing seems enough. Fear opens its way through Megalopolis 9 like a great crack of faith that separate more and more the population from the Palladions. Snow covers the city with a heavy white mantle, invoking oblivion and nothingness.
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We Live Age Of Palladions #2
Time has run out! The shield protecting Megalopolis 9 can fall at any moment. The future of the population is in the hands of the Palladions and the reconnection team, who come across an unexpected obstacle that can only be solved by spilling blood: the blood of an old friend. Destiny puts Tala and Hototo in the way of a hurtful crossroad that asks them to break their promises. Sometimes hearts are forced to be silent. Meanwhile, Nesbo and his nomad caravan face the hostility of the New Nature. Hope might be all that they have on their side and the only thing capable of guiding them to a safe port. Decisions and paths can't be walked back, and storms can't be stopped. Even when knowing that everything might be lost, forward is the only way to go.
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We Live Age Of Palladions #3
A vision from Oracle starts to show its cards. Up in the skies, the storm does not appear to abate, falling upon everybody. Down below, the path of the hero begins to fade at every step. Nesbo sees how the lives that he took under his wings irrevocably slip through his fingers. Hoto-to and the reconnection team arrive at their mysterious destination; from this point on every-thing becomes uncertain territory that feels like moving sand. Meanwhile, Tala and Humbo's journey to Megalopolis 9 has changed direction, and hands...
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We Live Age Of Palladions #4
There's no ground to stop the fall. Barbarism has broken all boundaries. Falling and fighting is all that is left for our heroes. The heart that bonds Tala and Hototo screams with desperation, refusing to accept the cruelty that is taking hold of their destiny. It rains. It rains hard. "It's just a storm, silly. Storms always pass."
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We Live Age Of Palladions #5
The curtain falls. Like rain, like tears, like heroes. Sometimes omens show you the way but not the consequences. Truth hurts; sometimes it heals, sometimes it consumes you. Dark clouds gather over Megalopolis 9, over the Palladions, over Hototo. They spread over a promise that was made. Sometimes storms pass. Sometimes they don't.