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Chapter 86: Victor Von Doom
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... he had painstakingly built—his masterpiece—was supposed to transport him directly to Hell.
Instead—
His soul was violently ripped from his body.
It felt like he was strapped to a runaway carriage, his very essence whipped by an invisible storm, as if a hurricane had seized his soul and was hurling him into the unknown.
The sensation was indescribable.
His consciousness twisted and churned, as if he were inside a giant dryer, spinning relentlessly.
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