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... cene before her was the least expected thing she could have possibly imagined.
The scythe of the Flesh Reaper, which had been moments away from cleaving her in two, was stopped mid-way, its deadly descent halted by another scythe. The blades clashed against each other. The second scythe was not the pure, obsidian black of the Flesh Reaper’s chitin, but a swirling, ethereal mixture of purple and black energy.
Mari’s eyes widened with a dawning realization. It was Sezel’s puppet. A ...
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