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... illed with broken weapons and shattered illusions.
Smoke rose from scorched earth, and the air buzzed with the stench of divine mana and death.
Yet in the center of it all, Kyle stood unshaken. Runa was still tearing through the elites like a reaper of war, a silent testament to the futility of resistance.
From his floating throne behind a divine barrier, the god of war clenched his jaw.
"You think yourself clever, boy? That puppet of yours has given you confidenc ...
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