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... re simply dead, bodies twisted and broken. Others still leaked a black, oily essence that seeped from their wounds and pooled beneath them, staining the cracked ground.
And at the center of it all stood Wester.
He was the only one still standing after the brief slaughter, without a single scratch marked his body.
His red eyes gleamed with malice and lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk. A faint dark aura bled from his form, wavering like smoke in the air around him. < ...
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