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... silent. The lifeless husks of the undead army littered the ground, their twisted forms crumbling into dust with each passing moment. The air, once thick with the metallic scent of blood and the stench of decay, now carried only the heavy weight of exhaustion.
Azrael wiped the sweat and grime from his forehead, breathing heavily. His body screamed in protest, his wound throbbing, but he forced himself to stay on his feet.
Selene crouched beside him, her hands still hovering over h ...
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