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... and golden eyes spread its wings and stepped onto a desolate star—this was Alger’s resting place. There was no intelligent life here, only a group of cold machines.
"Clatter—!"
The deity shed all softness, fighting its way through, the sword’s edge like a cold star, tendrils like fireflies. When its Devouring Claw tore apart the mechanical remnants, amidst flying rivets and currents, its eyes of golden, icy flames remained cold.
The planet’s defensive barrier was nothing ...
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