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... ed, a twisted grin etched across his face.
Lying strengthless on the blood-soaked ground, the elders stared up at Allen with dimming eyes. Though weak, a flicker of resolve remained. "At least he’ll buy us time to say our last prayers," Cealin thought, his bones broken, his skin bruised, and the ground beneath him a crimson pond.
"Before we start this..." Zarynth said coldly, still in his fighting stance. The black aura around him veiled the moonlight, its pressure snuffing life ...
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