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... lic stench of blood and the raw, damp smell of decayed monsters. Lucas Arthur tightened his grip around his worn-out sword, sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to steady his breath.
They had been inside for nearly an hour, cutting down the beasts that lurked in the shadows of the ruined fortress. The Rank B gate was more than just a challenge it was a death sentence for someone like him, a mere C-rank hunter, but desperation had long since replaced fear. He needed the money.
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