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... rontation would be futile.

The devil's presence was overwhelming—an unstoppable force that could end their lives with a mere thought.

His mind raced, not with plans for battle, but with desperate memories and questions that could buy him time. Time was all he needed.

As long as they held on, the reinforcements from Heaven would come to save them.

Then an idea sparked in his mind. It wasn't a great one, but it was the only chance he could take to engage his opponen ...

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Despite the hot weather, chills ran down her spine. Lil took her eyes off her hands and looked up at Alain, the boatswain.

Not that she didn’t hear him, but she wanted to check again.

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“The Admiral of the Peninsula! That madman! Admiral Retiro!”

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He briefly looked up at the sunlight passing through the huge veil. The sky above his head soon became covered in several ivory lights.

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