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Beatrice half-opened her eyes and watched through the gap in her forearms in front of her face how the fiery death ball flew through the implausibly long “living-quarters”, setting on fire and smashing aside any object that was unfortunate enough to be in its path as it rapidly approached the one responsible for the latest massacre.
“Huh?” the young pink-haired hamaxe wielder turned her head to see why the entire ‘living quarters’ suddenly flashed white for a split second and s ...
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