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... reat Chief" Xiulote raised an eyebrow. Ozoma also looked up in surprise.
Balamo paused for a moment, then remembered His Highness’s new title from the past two years. His expression unchanged, he continued to sing loudly.
"But the power of the God of Death is always eternal! The fickle fate, like clouds, changes, but ultimately, the drizzle falls. Just as the life of the warrior, destined to wither in the hands of the supreme God of Death!..."
"Enough! Balamo, the poem is ...
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