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... faster and faster.
His breath was unstable, his eyes were growing mad in both wrath and fear.
CLASH! CLASH!
The sound of his blade clashing against an even stronger one echoed across a dark, empty castle.
He felt his blood boiling, his body covered on wounds, cursed wounds.
Allan was bleeding and slowly dying, his wounds were not regenerating no matter how hard he tried to heal them.
"Hahh… Hahhh…!"
He was gasping for air heavier and heavie ...
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