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... It was gone. "A hallucination," he whispered to himself, the truth a cold splash of water on his panicked mind.
Beside him, Malzor, the one who was about to "strike", looked down with a sneer. The demon's face was a mask of disdain as he took in Rattan's pathetic, trembling form. He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. The host of the great Phantom was nothing more than a coward, a pathetic sight unworthy of the power he held.
Malzor had no time for judgment. He pulle ...
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