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... washed over him, instantly connecting him to his memories.
Before she spoke against them, he wrestled his hands-free of the disgusting, slimy sensation that wrapped around his hands.
The place Azoth lived didn't look beautiful even in the past. However, now, the entire realm looked bare; no demons or devils were supporting the monarch, and the entire place was being flooded with that disgusting black sludge.
"I am the true inheritor. Why do you sit on my throne, elf." As ...
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