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... pping my foot over the Heavenly Piercer, hoards of my brethren began to race out, while hundreds from over the edge of Midgard started to drill through the atmosphere. Falling akin to comets, it was only a matter of time before we conquered the Nine Realms.
Freya's lips curled up into a sharp smirk, but what was it she had hoped to achieve? I am a Monarch, while she a mere High God, from the crippled Bed of Chaos. She stands no chance.
"By your will, Master," Said the Harlot, sho ...
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