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... ense white bones, silently observing.
He had no intention of intervening, at least not yet.
Whether it was nurturing his Undead Tide or refining the Four Heavenly Kings, war was necessary.
It was a ritual.
A battlefield that constantly birthed death, turning like a meat grinder, was the perfect ceremony for leaders to enhance themselves or even ascend.
He followed his own path as well.
Dead Bone cast his gaze further into the distance.
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