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... . His wings stretched wide, each feather glimmering with traces of sunfire and darkness interwoven, an unnatural marriage of night and day.
The air seemed to constrict around him. A foul pressure radiated from the titan, oppressive enough to make the battlefield itself groan. That scythe—it wasn't forged of metal. No, it pulsed with raw spirit, a weapon sharpened by death itself. Every swing ripped through the air, warping the space it cut, as if the world itself feared being touched. ...
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