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... ay from the Church of Light, and even with Marlon running at full sprint, it would take him at least two hours to get there.

At that moment, the sky was beginning to lose its dark hue as the morning light started to take over.

On the streets, the rampaging monsters had grown weaker — their movements became staggeringly slow, and their growls painfully low. In their current state, an average adult would be able to defeat them. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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