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... what I’ve always wanted!"
"So beautiful... This is what I’ve been pursuing... the beauty of life! The direction of human evolution."
Suspended in Selene’s grasp, Mobius couldn’t help but reach out, yearning to touch these Death Angels. Her gaze, brimming with fervor, seemed as if it could melt through the midnight-blue power armor worn by the Night Lords warriors.
The power armor exhibited a style starkly different from the equipment of Fire Moth—cold, heavy, and rugged. ...
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