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			<title>Chapter 5: Triton Slayer</title>
			<description>The air whipped against his face, whisking his murky, black hair all over the place and buffeting his Rider&amp;rsquo;s cloak. The glinting afternoon sun reflected purple, red, and yellow light off his silvery white swords which had been modeled after Captain Blaze&amp;rsquo;s famous blades. As Erick zoomed..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: Berserk</title>
			<description>Squad 7 stood at the back of the army as the blood red morning dragged on. Briggan Brookstrong stood guard, sharpening his sword as the others rested. It was his father, the former commander&amp;rsquo;s famous Berserker Blade. Custom made with over fifty pounds of metal and at least as tall and thick as..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: On Fire</title>
			<description>Aurora looked around her. Bodies were littered everywhere. Blood streaked on every road. Debris lie on the ground. Destroyed buildings. Random shards of glass. She looked toward her comrades, fighting for their lives and for their Sector. Everyone was doing well.Suddenly, a Triton came from nowhere,..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: The Tritons</title>
			<description>10:05, Beyond Sector 1, The Great Forest......	The Rider saddled his horse. He turned back. For a second he saw nothing through the dense forest. Then he heard screaming. He got on his horse, tears in his eyes, and fled for his life. The morning sun beated on his back as he rode out the forest headi..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>They came twenty years ago. No one knew what they were. They simply came. Came like a storm. Attacking, killing, spreading, they murdered millions, leveled cities, destroyed everything in their path. Over 70 feet tall, with muscular limbs, regenerating bodies, and tentacles of death sprouting from a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Initiation</title>
			<description>	Humans soon learned to defend against them. The Tritons had two weaknesses, their exposed and vulnerable necks and their stupidity. To reach their high necks, humans developed a maneuvering device using harpoons. Humans built walls tall enough to keep the Tritons out. The cities inside the walls be..</description>
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			<title>The Tritons</title>
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