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... t. I will never retreat, never waver."
Opposite the giant bronze gargoyle, an old man sat cross-legged like a mummy, motionless. Sixty-six red stars twinkled and flickered around his body. A rich crimson was writhing, ready to transform into the form of a raptor.
Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle...
If one looked down from high above, one would see the earth divided into two colliding massive currents. One side was a dense, churning sea of black totems, while the other resem ...
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