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... ice a faint rasp, as he repeated Darren's question. His eyes glazed over.

Almost absentmindedly, his gaze shifted toward a spot in the distance.

There—

A charred pile of blackened bones still smoldered softly.

Byojack.

Caught in that colossal blast, he hadn't stood a chance.

Weaker than an average man, he'd been reduced to ash in an instant.

"...Brother..."

World chuckled.

Then laughed.

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