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... astated landscape of rubble and blood. Corpses lay waste, scattered on the ground. Wreckage burned asunder as the scent of ash and metal drifted through the air. It was a horrifying nightmare incarnate, akin to hell on earth.
In the midst of the ravaged mercenary camp stood a young man, dressed in black, his head adorned with a fedora. His face was as calm as a motionless lake, unmoving and undaunting. Beside him was a monstrous hound whose tail wagged as if yearning for praise.
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