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... reigned on the twisted streets; that once vibrant architecture and plazas had turned to rubble in the quaking, as the columns in the sand continued to crumble and sink layer by layer.
Saint Solomon, covered in cuts from blades and his robes stained with blood, although weak, finally reached the city gate, his eyes ablaze with the flames of victory.
However, all of this completely inverted the moment he clearly saw Loren’s figure.
Moonlight retreated into shadows.
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