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... ere by nature a force of death and gloom. Though they feared no flame, lightning was the most masculine and righteous force under heaven, their ultimate nemesis.
Thunder raged across the sky, and streaks of bluish light crackled violently, flashing like the scythe of death itself. Purple lightning arcs leapt through the air, each one making the heart tremble.
“Damn it! Let me out!” the Bone King screamed from within the prison of lightning, his voice filled with agony and rage. < ...
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