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... ad instructed, grasping the memory fragment.
He sat cross-legged, embracing his origin and guarding it.
Instantly, a piercing cold sensation came from the fragment—
"What kind of material is this fragment made of... Oh my—"
The cold sensation spread swiftly from the palm to the brain.
The scenes before his eyes began to blur.
War horses galloping.
Flashes of blades and shadows of swords.
Rivers of blood.
Piles of bones.
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