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... hand against the wall, while he held his blade in the other hand. He panted in pain.
His clothes were torn, and blood was seeping out of a wound between his ribs.
"Trust me, father." In front of him, Kroesch coolly shook the blood on his sword off. "I know what I'm doing more than any moment in the last twenty years."
Mirk gritted his teeth and pressed on his wound. His brows were tightly furrowed.
'I'm old after all, and am not a White Blade Guard anymor ...
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