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... angel descending to the world, his short hair fluttering in the night wind, as bright as moonlight.
But the most striking feature was his eyes.
They were blood-red eyes, like they had witnessed endless ages, witnessing countless cycles of life and death.
Rashar slowly descended onto the terrace, as if he were enjoying an interesting play.
When his gaze fell upon Saint Baldo, his lips curled into a slight smile.
"Your Majesty of the Cerryti Empire."
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