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As dawn broke, the Imperial Supreme Sword donned his armor and went to the city walls.

"Hmm."

The Imperial Supreme Sword rested his chin on his hands and gazed down at the scene below the walls.

Undead monsters reeking of decay clawed at the walls, letting out horrible howls.

"…Eos, switch roles with Damien Haksen. We still have time."

Srynder said with frustration. The Imperial Supreme Sword asked him a ...

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