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... steel sword plunged deep into someone's chest, followed by horrified, grief-stricken cries from a few elites clad in black.

"Commander Feather!!"

"Sir Feather!!" the former Chaos elites exclaimed almost in unison.

Never had they expected to witness the fall of their mighty vice commander—now their acknowledged commander.

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