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... t earlier than anticipated.
The Berserker, clad in black armour, howled to the sky, squeezing out fragmented words from his chaotic soul.
"...Ar...thur..."
Who was he speaking of? What name was he calling out from that twisted, fractured awareness?
Even the most clever strategist could not deduce anything from the scattered clues. But his Master knew all too well.
He had abandoned his pride and dignity, tainted his soul and identity, and degraded himself i ...
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