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... Standing in the center of the vast arena, the tall man with seraphic, white hair that hung down past his shoulders muttered while wielding only one of the two swords he possessed.
Littered in the sand of the pit were dozens of bodies dressed in black robes, coating the tan sand in crimson and sable liquid. It wasn't just the robed followers of Belmon; the demons native to Purgatory had seen their own side of death, sprawled out in the sand.
"...Andraste, you have my thanks, if i ...
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