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... t cleaved through their ranks.
Each movement was a blur, a savage yet graceful dance of death that left bodies in his wake. His strikes were merciless, cutting through flesh, bone, and sinew as if they were nothing.
Every swing of his blade seemed to sing with bloodlust, and the ferocity in his eyes made him appear more monstrous than the creatures he was slaughtering.
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Shadows clung to him like a cloak, his presence an embodiment of death ...
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