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... am your most loyal servant, and I offer you rich flesh and blood as a sacrifice, humbly beseeching a sliver of power as a reward.
Praise be to you, ruler of ancient days, eternal Twilight Sovereign..."
In a small town about two hundred kilometers from Green City, a gloomy voice slowly emanated from a cellar corner of a dark, dilapidated manor.
If commoners heard this terrifying intonation, they would undoubtedly fall into madness.
For this was the prayer of Evil ...
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