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... forest is cold and dead silent.
In the pitch-black night, a man covered in blood strides forward resolutely, his eyes filled with hatred and pain. He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold on, nor if the darkness ahead will ever end.
The blood on him doesn’t belong to him. It belongs to the guards who swore to protect him until their death. And those guards, their bodies must have already turned cold in the eerie forest, possibly even gnawed away by wild beasts, bones remaining ...
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