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... r, I bloom..."
"Slaughter... bloom..."
Again and again, the words echoed—like the devout prayers of thousands, like a sacred hymn murmured by a solemn priest.
Words soaked in killing intent, yet inexplicably carrying an eerie tranquility capable of soothing the soul.
Astra, ever wary, lowered the heavy assault cannon from his shoulder. The Other, his cautious gaze shifting, found his mind clouded with a strange confusion. The two adversaries, who moments ago were ...
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