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... the years, he had swung his sword at the void countless times, cutting nothing but air. Failure was just part of the process.
So, if one cut didn’t work, he would simply swing again. And again. Until nothing remained.
ZZZZZT.
Once more, Lokiviria’s body was bisected.
No resistance. No defense. Just the inevitable separation of flesh and spirit.
This time, Lokiviria felt the cold breath of the abyss. His trump card—the substitution artifact—was already spen ...
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