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... uiet battlefield. Elena's hand, limp and cold in his grasp. His body trembled as he clutched Elena's hand, his face buried in her bloodied robes. Every sound he made carried the weight of heartbreak, a pain too vast for words.
Not far from him, Xiphos stood amidst the wreckage of his own battle.
By the time Theos had torn the leader's body from his neck, Xiphos had already ended his fight. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, blood, and sorrow.
Xiphos turned his hea ...
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