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... ing guild member instinctively turned their gaze toward the Grim Reaper.
Their expressions were grim, their breaths shallow.
Did he kill our guild master?
What are we supposed to do now?
I knew it! Getting close to a monster like that could never end well.
Each of them wrestled with conflicting thoughts, yet not a single person dared to voice them aloud.
Fear clamped down on their minds like a vice, squeezing out courage and reason alike.
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