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... ometric curves and surfaces. The material is either metal, crystal, or glass. Although most of the metal columns and frame structures are mostly engulfed by flames, they look black and have signs of melting. The glass and crystals are broken to the ground, scattered all over the city. The roads in it were dusty, forming a gray world in them.

It is as if Grey Sword Master Mephisto's territory unfolds.

But to say that these buildings are luxurious, they are so simple, they are not as ...

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