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... e a knife to the throat. And yet, they had held.
Sarissa stood at the edge of the central plaza, her sword slick with black ichor, shoulders heaving with each breath. Around her, the other guild leaders stood in similar states. Bloodied, grim, but alive.
The ground beneath their feet was a broken tapestry of ash and flame, twitching bodies of slain monsters. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
It felt like victory.
It looked like it, too.
"Clear." Someone mutte ...
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