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... ed the moment of his death.


FSHSH!


Top of a snow-capped mountain.


With eyes beyond human capabilities, Sophien watched the scenery inside Rohakan's hut.


- Brother.


Yeriel called Declain. Declain smiled at her.


Sophien personally oversaw the last conversation between the two of them.


- Yeriel.


Declain held out his hand to comfort his grieving sister.


- ... why were you hiding? Yeriel asked. ...

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