با «الکترو» آزاد باش !
الکترو با هدف کمک به جامعه آنلاین ایران ایجاد شد تا با تحریم های ظالمانه شرکت های خارجی مقابله کند...
“It is not forged of iron, Elias,” the High Abbot whispered, pressing a small, leather-bound book into his hands. “Steel will fail you against the Shadow. You must clothe yourself in what cannot be broken.”
“Faith,” he whispered, raising his left arm. A massive shield of white fire erupted from his hand. The obsidian blade struck the Shield of Faith , and the shockwave cleared the mist for miles.
The heavy wooden gate of the monastery groaned open, revealing the misty peaks of the Aethelgard Mountains. Elias stood at the threshold, his hands trembling. He was not a warrior; he was a scribe who had spent his life illuminating manuscripts. Yet, the village below was under shadow, and the elders had tasked him with a journey to the Peak of Radiance to reclaim the ancient Armour of God.