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... his forehead. His trembling hand gripped a crimson-stained sword, his wide purple eyes reflecting the carnage around him.
"No, no, no, no!" he repeated, his voice cracking as reality slammed into him like a brick to the face.
The scene before him could only be described as carnage.
Blood soaked every surface, pooling on the floor, dripping from the splintered wood of broken furniture. It wasn’t just a massacre; it was carnage incarnate.
At the heart of it all, se ...
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