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... Solban within.
Deprived of freedom, unable to move.
The barbarian king, renowned across the Skull Plain, remained calm.
But within his dark, deep pupils, a touch of sorrow lingered, impossible to dispel.
Around the great hall, eighteen monks from the Heavenly Deceit Realm, draped in red robes, formed an incomplete circle around Solban. They held Dorje bells and magic wands, wore necklaces made of forehead bones, and their waists were adorned with magic drums made ...
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