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... tract mark, tracing mysterious symbols in the air with his fingers, these symbols emitting a faint glow, precisely the mark of the servant contract.
In front of each Black Mage appeared a contract, these contracts exuding an irresistible force.
"Submit, or die."
David’s voice echoed again, this time colder, devoid of any warmth.
The Black Mages exchanged glances, they knew this was the final choice.
One by one, they gritted their teeth, eyes filled with re ...
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