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... s engulfed the area, with the sounds of explosions and gunfire piercing through the air.

Smoke billowed from several points, clouding the sky and casting a heavy pall over the environment.

Buildings bore the scars of battle. Some buildings had partially collapsed. The ground was littered with debris, making navigation treacherous and slow, and a building bore what appeared to be a giant blade scar.

"Blackguards."

"Yeah..." Amber had a somber look in her eyes. What ...

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