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... r overseeing the sacrifices made in the targeted city.

Considering that the city was burned to the ground, there was no place for them to settle, so there was no other choice but to go back to the previous city that Morriva had already claimed. It was a hassle, but Lucivar isn’t going to sleep with the smell of burning in the air.

He already paid his share of discomfort in the Bastion of Blades.

Now that he had achieved more, he wanted nothing less than what he deserved. ...

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