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... ere.
The night sky repeatedly pierced by the brilliance of flames and plasma, the rain was pouring harder. 102 could see the raindrops hitting those angels, yet vanishing just centimeters away, seemingly swallowed by their own sacred light.
Some military vehicles, armored cars, and tanks painted with the Fifty Stars Flag were fleeing Motor City, trying to rendezvous with the angel army coming to the rescue and regroup their morale.
raised the short spear in her hand, feel ...
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