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Legend of the Empyrean Blacksmith - Chapter 296
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... assive, scythe-shaped chakram . Several dozen cuts stained her otherwise ethereal image, crimson blood spilling onto her armor, even muddying her golden hair . Glancing down on the ground, she felt a pang in her heart as she counted nearly 3,000 dead souls resting in pieces .
The source of it all, she glared angrily, stared at her from far above; she'd finally come to realize why she was repeatedly warned about confronting the Empyrean . The latter, though seemingly unassuming, was si ...
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