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... he field of withered grass, there was a fire blazing.
He had spent a good amount of time just sitting on the floor, inside the darkness of a half-collapsed building, all strength left his body.
Zen couldn't remember how he manage to change his dirty and bloody clothes, and made his way to the blacksmith in the deep to retrieve his knives, even guiding some espers he met on his way.
He was in a daze, moved by instinct, and only fully regain his focus at the sight of roarin ...
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