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... tip of his wooden sword on his shoulder and glanced around.
But to his surprise. None of the men he fought could stand to their feet.
"Sir Zarek..." One of the Soul-Hunters that he beat up whimpered, crawling to his feet, inch by inch. He could barely feel his legs, let alone his hands. "Please... We’ve had enough. W—we give up."
"Huh?" The bald man glanced down at the Soul-Hunter, and his brows jerked in confusion. "Who are you?"
"W—what?" The man got up to his ...
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