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... eemed to pulse like exposed arteries. The twisted trees bent, creaking like broken bones. From the depths of the abyss, the two colossal embers rose—red eyes that stared at the group like ants about to be crushed.
Vergil raised his sword, even though his blade felt puny in the face of their presence. The air grew heavier, difficult to breathe, as if the atmosphere itself were made of molten iron.
Roxanne could barely stand.
“This… this can’t be real.”
The colossus ...
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