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Chapter 408 Failed Attempts
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... his pulse growing weaker by the minute as if counting his last breaths. A handle of a dagger could be seen sticking out from his chest.
In his eyes, the world was turning blurry and slowly losing its colors.
Only the fiery redness of the flames behind Ember remained bright, like a splash of color on a faded painting. Perhaps it was a blessing that the last sight he'd get to see before his death was Ember's flame phoenix.
'How beautiful,' he could not help but think as hi ...
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