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No one had explained what this was, not even a hint.
But deep within, instinct spoke louder than any guide or instruction.
This was his domain, his space, his will.
And right now, he needed it more than anything.
Without hesitation, Alex pushed forward, cutting through the air like a blade unleashed, his grip tightening around the [Scythe of Hatred] as he slashed toward Nocteron, the so-called [God of Death].
Fwish! Slash!
The blade howled as ...
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