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... s cried out and dived downward at high speed, their claws stretched on both their legs and the tip of their feathers. Wind gashed out, following them like gas exiting pipes and jolting shaky edges of windows from their sockets into the air.
Beside the bus that was parked just right at the gate of Babel City, a man dressed in a full black outfit stood there, his eyes glowing black like darkness itself as he screeched his fingers against the metal side of the bus, cutting it open.
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