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Chapter 250: I Did Not Say it Much, But I Love You, Mother
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... d fallen into an almost unnatural quiet, the kind of heavy silence that settles only after absolute devastation has swept through everything in its path.
But the plain stretching out for miles in every direction had transformed into a living, miniature apocalypse.
Roaring rivers of bright orange magma snaked and bubbled through what used to be lush green grass, their glowing surfaces hissing and popping as they carved fresh paths across the ruined land.
The earth itself l ...
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