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... his time.
And he felt...
Nothing.
More dark-cloaked figures charged toward him from every direction.
His aura continued to explode outward, pressing them down before they could reach him.
Mana threads spread from his body toward the approaching enemies.
He would kill them all.
Every last one.
"Mister..."
A weak voice.
Barely a whisper.
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