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The Leader of ‘them’ was startled and instinctively looked up.

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In the ink-black night sky, for a fleeting moment.

A starlight kept twinkling.

And then…

Blindingly brilliant!

In the next moment, ‘light’ crossed the night sky, falling vertically.

Like a sword unsheathed.

At this moment, the wind stopped.

At this moment, the clouds dispersed.

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