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... the Numb city of Forza Kingdom.
Hundred soldiers were gathered on the ground and in front of them, on the stage was their Marshal—Pablo Castillo.
The air was thick and no one even dared to breathe with sound.
The wind howled past their ears but they would only let Pablo’s words enter inside. Wind be damned.
Behind Pablo stood eight slaves and they were also silent and they were the most afraid as they had no idea what they would be doing in the mission.
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