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A massive palace stood among stone pillars, exuding an ancient aura.
Though called a palace, it was merely an open-air plaza — majestic and imposing in appearance, yet lacking any substance.
If Akira saw this building, he would surely laugh out loud, showing no respect for the palace's owner.
A skeleton wrapped in a purple robe sat on the throne, supporting its skull with slender bone fingers. In its deep eye sockets, a wisp of soul fire burned brightly, emitti ...
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