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... ren. "Shall we make a deal then?"

My eyes grew narrowed, but I had to disagree. " There isn't a need. Look around you. I'm sure you, a true fallen, can feel that rancid Serapic aura corrupting the hells. Tell me, Chemosh. What is worse, death or corruption?"

The carefree expression of Chemosh grew crossed for a second. " Death is quick, but it's universally feared. No one wants to die. Not even I. Corruption, however… is betrayal. The other might try to hide it, but my god, the s ...

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