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... battlefield lay before him. The biting breeze swept through, carrying an eerie chill that seemed to seep into his bones. His keen eyes scanned the scene, observing the unnatural speed at which people moved.
The soldier’s sword arced through the air, nearly grazing one of the menacing Husk Wolves, while the witches, lips parting repeatedly, cast their spells with hands outstretched. Desmond couldn’t help but feel a sense of disbelief as he witnessed it all. "This...," he murmured, his vo ...
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