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... r his boots was gray and dull, filled with long lines and patterns like old scars. There were no trees, grass, or sound. There was only a silent and empty land that felt as if life had been pulled out of it long ago. The sky above him was covered in dark clouds, making the world feel heavy and uncertain.

Currently, Alex was standing still, not moving even a single step forward. Even his breath was caught in his throat.

Why?

Because not too far away, two gigantic beasts we ...

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