Mummator and the Conquerors of the Cosmos
Series
Mummator and the Conquerors of the Cosmos
Summary
Beyond the triune black holes of the Gamma Nebula . . .
Past the spiral arms of the celestial galaxy . . .
Lies the peaceful world of Celestonia, the fourth moon of the fourth planet of the fourth star of the cosmos!
Celestonia, once a world of peace, now plagued by tyrannical evil!
But four fortresses stand tall on the four corners of the world! The sacred sanctums of the Conquerors of the Cosmos!
If Mummator and the conquerors cannot conquer the evils of the cosmos, the universe shall fall!
Past the spiral arms of the celestial galaxy . . .
Lies the peaceful world of Celestonia, the fourth moon of the fourth planet of the fourth star of the cosmos!
Celestonia, once a world of peace, now plagued by tyrannical evil!
But four fortresses stand tall on the four corners of the world! The sacred sanctums of the Conquerors of the Cosmos!
If Mummator and the conquerors cannot conquer the evils of the cosmos, the universe shall fall!
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