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... omed, and a gloomy wind howled within the city of Xiaguang.
Spanning the sky like a great net, clinging to the tall buildings, burrowing underground—the Filthy Marks stirred to life, trembling in segments.
Swelling, contracting.
They resembled energy-carrying conduits.
A few Filthy Marks began to crack and fall off, like scabs peeling away from human skin. Yet, as the Marks decreased, the sorrow, despair, and desolation weighing on people’s hearts intensified.
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