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... d towards the auras of two figures below him—the Purple Spear Meng and the City Lord. Though his eyes were covered, his other senses painted a vivid picture of their battered forms. The stench of blood and sweat clung to them like a thick fog, mixed with the acrid scent of burnt flesh and lingering corruption.
Their breathing was labored, rasping like old bellows, each breath a struggle against the pain that wracked their bodies. The sounds of their movements were sluggish, dragging feet ...
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