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... into her mouth and painted a curse.
Half a ring, lightning flashes in the sky. The white lightning shone in the purple-red clouds, gliding through the sky and slowly swaying toward the magical rain on the ceremonial stage.
A mortal, such a thunder, the soul can be broken half.
There is no difference between death and death.
"Go to death -" screamed, seemingly exhausted all the power to control the lightning, leaping down, smashing in the direction of the illusion of r ...
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