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... lame, flowed gently down the mountain, engulfing all life on the desolate island.
At that moment, an Elf Knightess with golden hair, like a bullet, charged towards the peak, her splendid swords twirling with lightning powerful enough to cleave the mountain itself.
Her emerald eyes reflected the image of the Knight in silver armor at the summit—the man who had slain her lord.
"Ahtal!" she roared in anger. Her swords, enveloped in lightning, struck down, unleashing a bolt t ...
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