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... m the battlefield.
He lowered himself onto a wooden crate with visible difficulty, a sharp grimace crossing his face as pain flared through his chest.
Thick bandages were wrapped tightly around his torso. Every breath he drew was shallow and strained.
In his hand, he held a dented metal mug.
He raised it and took a long swallow of strong alcohol, hoping the burn in his throat would dull the agony radiating through his ribs.
The battle against the Beast God ...
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