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... armor. Glancing at the guards, still watching with indifference, I sneered.
Lowering his stance, the giant turned to Gorgo with a sad expression, "Rest in the depts of Valhalla, my brother. I will be sending this bastard straight to Hel." He whispers as the air began to thin and churn.
Dark grey light began to shine from Vexioe as he sent me a chilling light. Watching his tattoos begin to shine, the indifferent guards began to frown, taking a step back. I could see their horror, ...
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