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... > The crimson hue slowly gathers within the eyes, and memories of the past escape from thousands of hideous cries, re-emerging in the depths of the soul.
"...You’re still alive... Ah Qi." Those five fingers gripping the neck gradually relaxed, and the voice once filled with hatred surprisingly softened.
Hearing the creature’s hoarse voice utter his childhood nickname, Azeryan’s struggle instantly froze.
"No!" The noble’s son widened his eyes incredulously, "It’s impossibl ...
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