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... across the ground, but in great currents suspended in mid‑air.
Rivers of thick, crimson liquid converged from every direction and poured into a single, uncanny black‑and‑white longsword.
Like a bottomless sponge, the sword drank it all, its edge gleaming ever brighter.
The white‑robed woman who wielded it stood immaculate, her expression frigid. Not a single drop had marred the hem of her gently swaying robe.
The battle was already over.
Whether a faction ...
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