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... the last of the angels and insectars falling one by one, leaving the once-calm skies stained with chaos. The landscape, once pristine and peaceful, was now a war-torn battlefield, the earth scorched, and the heavens trembling. The air smelled of iron and fire, but the people of Tempest remained safe within the barrier, watching the battle from afar as though it were a cinematic spectacle.
In the aftermath, I stood with Velzard and Luminous, overlooking the field of destruction, my eyes s ...
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