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... > Rhiannon glared down at the white armored figure below, he seemed familiar; behind her, Ezerald and Beatrice tensed for action, but a simple gesture of her hand made them stop.
"The Ancestor of Chaos," Dante began, his voice effortlessly carried through the canyon. "Strongest of all Ancestors," With his face obscured, it was difficult to see, but judging from how his head slightly tilted to the side, it seemed he regarded Beatrice and Ezerald, "What use could working with them be to yo ...
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