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... him, arms crossed, observing the bizarre scene—several mutilated bodies, the entire corridor drenched in red, resembling a horror artist's painting. "Why should I?" Dante countered, making Voralith stare at him, expecting a decent answer.
Dante sighed heavily. "Look, let's be honest, Vora. Do any of these dead soldiers really matter? I mean, with or without them, the situation wouldn't change. One thing I've learned over the years is that in moments like this, what matters is the people ...
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