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... rough the air, smashing into the glowing figure at the center of the battlefield: a towering angel wreathed in divine fire.
Each impact landed with a dull thud, but for the Flame Archangel, a being born of defense and sacred fire, such attacks were mere annoyances. Like brushing away gnats.
With one final, effortless sweep of his blazing sword, the archangel bisected the last of the Lizardman warriors who dared to face him directly. His molten gaze lifted toward the horde that ha ...
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