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... was destroyed, but there were still many tall buildings.
The Fist King was sitting on the roof of one of those buildings without being able to say anything.
Drip, drip.
The water drops falling from the sky trailed down his cheeks.
He raised his head.
The water that shot up from the seat to the sky was coming back down as rain.
Above them was the night sky that was full of shining stars without a single cloud.
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