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... ir death as they tried to escape the fate they knew was closing in on them.

Arberus shouted in fury, "You fuckers! Where are you running to?!"

But his words were like dropping a bottle of water into an ocean—completely meaningless. The soldiers didn’t listen.

They were already too far gone, lost in their panic, and it was clear that their resolve had shattered.

Lian watched with a mixture of frustration and defeat. He shook his head. "Forget about it, Arberus. Tho ...

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