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... lia into his arms with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the bloodstained and broken battlefield surrounding them.
Her breathing was faint, shallow, but thankfully present. That alone was enough to anchor his rushing mind.
"We’re getting out of here," he muttered, more to himself than to Art.
Art, however, lingered.
His golden fireballs still hovered in the air, casting flickering shadows against the cracked walls and broken chains that littered the room. ...
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