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... rain-soaked gloom of the pit, a blood-stained figure stood, gaze brimming with venomous hate as it watched them depart. Beneath its feet, the muddy ground quivered with soft tremors—the last desperate struggle of Blood Scissors and the six other martial artists, who were now trapped below.
Their bodies were smothered by piles of bones—ghastly, silent remnants whose eye sockets and mouths were black voids like melted wax. These eerie shapes clamped their hands over Blood Scissors’ mouth, ...
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