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... arts of all shapes and sizes fell to the ground, both from familiar and unfamiliar abominations. The onslaught he was under was so fierce that he didn't even get the chance to use [Inspect] on his foes. All he was able to perceive were their blurry silhouettes before being slaughtered by his own attacks.
In his left hand he wielded Gravebloom, the scythe moving staggeringly fast, cleaving and mutilating any creature that dared to come close.
In his other grip, meanwhile, he wield ...
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