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... lack thunder split the thick clouds, making the earth tremble as if the world itself was being condemned. At the center of that apocalypse, a pale, small figure stood tall. Her delicate white hand was raised, fragile fingers holding up a competitor as if invisible hands were strangling him in the air like a mere puppet. Veins bulged along the man’s neck as he thrashed, legs kicking at nothing.
"ARGH... what the hell is this!" he gasped, his voice hoarse and heavy with despair. "Let me go ...
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