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... turers strode in, their boots clattering against the wooden floorboards. At their head walked a tall swordsman, his chest puffed with pride, the polished B-rank badge gleaming on his tunic. Behind him came five teammates—bloodied and scratched, two hauling bulging sacks across their backs. The faint glimmer of metal and crystal poked through the canvas: artifacts, or at least something close.
The crowd stirred with hushed voices.
"That's Thunderbolt…"
"Look at those packs ...
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