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... g inside his chest. These bastards were not only trying to interrupt his quality time with Xavida. But they wished for her to return to that hell.

'I will tear them apart.'

[Our unit will be there within ten minutes, commander! Please wait.]

[Good.]

Asura looked up and grinned, the flaming sword vibrating in the air.

"Let's get this over with."

With a flicker of magic, Asura twisted the doorknob, flinging the door open to reveal the group of seven ...

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