3.22 Deep breath
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Cheers and roars of triumph echo through the night while Imps with torches scatter throughout the place, illuminating what is left of Charon's Keep. Rubble and broken homes, corpses in various states of dismemberment and incineration. Surviving Demons dig themselves out of the rubble in various places and begin to carry it off without any order to do so.
Your clothes are torn and burned, little more than scraps at this point. You could not care less. The soldiers you and Lu pass cheer not at you but for you, word of those who saw spreading like wildfire.
"Your name will be widely known soon," Lu comments idly, lips curled up ever so slight. "More so than it already was, that is. Few can boast to have fought an Archangel and survived, much less defeated one."
"I just hope she makes it... and that she isn't mad at me." Now that the fight is over and you have time to actually think about what you said and did, you feel sheepish. And a little horrible. Gabriel just tried to protect her friend, did not want to have to kill you, and you got mad at her like you rarely ever were. Not to mention how much you had to maim her.
For some reason, Lu just huffs and shakes her head. "Do not think of it too much. She is a bleeding heart and far too kind for her own good. She will have already forgiven you the next time you meet."
Your friend appears more at ease than before. Perhaps the battle and bloodshed did center her again after that horrible shock a week ago. You do not bring it up, unwilling to tear that wound open again. You just nod and accept her assessment; Gabriel is a kind person at heart, you figured the same thing.
The first person you meet on the way to the main spire is Elisabeth. Her robe is torn in places, revealing pale flesh that remains pristine. She stands on top of a large splinter of the southern spire, hands clasped in front; the woman herself looks at you quietly, no words being spoken for a moment. You still know her eyes are boring into yours, a heavy presence settling onto you. Lu stops first and you do the same a moment later, looking up at the unreadable face.
When she does speak, her voice is hoarse, shallow, and almost empty. Two words, a question that hurts you almost physically: "My brother?"
You can only shake your head, unable to meet her gaze. Argus died protecting you, the thought tieing your gut into a knot. Another life on your hands.
Elisabeth shudders for a moment, fingers clenching before relaxing. "I, I see." Her tone is subdued still, but even weaker. It fails her once as she continues: "I shall... I shall oversee the repair work for now. Please, uh...." she trails off again and makes to turn around, measured steps carrying her off the rubble and toward the empty plains. You do not need to see her quivering shoulders to know what this is about.
Before Elisabeth can make three steps, you dart forward and cut off her retreat; a moment later, you hug her close, as hard as you can. The shudders going through her body are far more pronounced like this, but her arms hang loose. "Please let go," she pleads quietly, a sob quelled before it could truly form at the end. "I need to, need-" You cut her off by squeezing tightly, which prompts another sob to spill out of her throat.
Then however, a hand on your shoulder pulls you back slightly; Lu gives you a calm nod before pulling once more. "Go back and rest. I will take care of this." You open your mouth to protest, Elisabeth is your friend after all, but she speaks over you: "I know this better than you ever will. Leave it to me." That shuts you up and crashes another wave of guilt over you.
Lu was a big sister, too. She probably does understand Elisabeth's feelings better, no matter what you want to think. So you let go of the Demon woman, watch how her back straightens forcefully.
Then Lu puts that hand on her shoulder instead, squeezing gently. A kind smile is given to the shivering woman, the hand wandering up and taking off her damp blindfold. Below it, you can see reddened skin and wide eyes welling with tears while embers flicker within, turning the stoic appearance into a miserable one.
Lu wraps her wing around Elisabeth, who clenches her fists to keep from breaking down. "Let us get you to where you can grieve in peace." She throws you a nod before picking the smaller woman up in a princess carry. "I will see you later."
Elisabeth hides her face in Lu's neck when they take off, toward the mountains and far away.
You watch after them for a moment, your own eyes stinging from unshed tears. You rub them away and turn back to your original goal, only for a shout to draw your attention. Accompanied by crashes and clouds of dust, someone is shouting your name.
Blinking your vision clear, you chuck off your partly damaged shoes and hop onto piles of rubble to dart forward. The magic protects your feet from pointy ends, another plus in your book; that aside, you quickly close in on the ruckus while finally being able to make out the voice. Female, shrill.
Paoras, you realise the moment a piece of wall blocking the way explodes down the middle under a spiked wooden club; dust wells up, but is pushed away by a wave of mana that follows. Your tiny friend darts through the opening before the whole wall can crumble and fall apart, another shout for you dying in her throat when she sees you just in front of herself.
"Heidi!" Her club immediately flickers away and she leaps into your arms, crying and hugging you so hard your bones bend a little. "It's you, you're okay! You're okay! Don't ever, hic, d-do that again!" You hold her tight and stroke her back
"Yeah, it's okay. I'm here, I'm sorry."
"Y-You're a mean bitch, hic!"
"I am, shh."
"I t-thought, hic, you're d-dead...."
"No way, see? I'm right here, Pao. You know how strong I am."
"B-But still, hic!"
You continue to reassure her gently and minutes pass with both of you crying. Her over the tragedy of this day, you over the tragedy that is this journey of yours. The horizon is beginning to grow brighter by the time you are both calm again, some purple bruises forming around your waist and shoulders where you were squeezed.
Paoras stands in front of you, eyes red and snot-nosed, so you rip off some more from your ruined outfit to clean her up. Another scrap for your own face and then you take her hand while dismissing the outfit as a whole. "Where is Maya?" Your friend points back at the main spire, so you take her hand. "Then let's go." And while you get going, you focus on the feeling of defiance and transform again as your magic surges forward from within. Pristine, aside from your ruined hair.
You pass more cheering troops and people working on clearing the area on your way; it is rather obvious where Paoras came through, having crushed several large pieces into much smaller chunks that the soldiers are already carrying off like an ant hive. No one stands idle, everyone is moving and working. Nobody is complaining about the work, either. Just a matter of course.
By the time you reach the front of the central spire, dawn has come. The sun peeks over the horizon and warms your back where it falls. Maya is just up ahead, illuminated by golden light like a saint while she treats horrible flesh wounds among her more monstrous looking kin. Dried tears cling to her face and a bunch of half-elven children remain nearby, protecting her and being protected just as much.
When she sees you coming, she brightens and finishes up with another soldier, magic knitting a mostly severed foot back onto the leg. "There you go. Take it easy for a little while and heal up," she tells him with a clap on the rear that produces a chuckle; he bows deeply, thanks her, and marches off to join the workers.
The Succubus stretches and yawns, then shakes her head sharply and gets up to welcome you with a soft hug. "Welcome back, sweetie. I already heard you defended the Keep, thank you. Truly. Are you injured in any way?" She taps over your back even while hugging, concerned as usual. You just pat her shoulders a few times and pull back with a bit of a grin. "If you could see to the bruises your baby girl left me with earlier?"
They are gone almost faster than you can look, with a sheepish Paoras apologising at about the same time. You wave her off and look the haggard Succubus over again. "What else happened while I was gone?"
Her expression falls a little and she slumps to the pillow she uses as a seat. The small line of heavily injured Demons quickly steps back to give you some privacy without complaint and some quiet conversations break out. You know there are a lot of eyes on you despite it, though.
"They hit us an hour or two after the final gate closed; please do not ever scare me like that again, sweetie. When my baby came flying through shouting your name, I thought we lost you for good." You drag your feet sheepishly, unsure what to say. Maya thankfully does not wait for a response, though she does sigh heavily. "It was a short but horrible assault. Valkyries reinforced the War Angels and attacked with them to try taking the spires quickly. We held, but not for long.
"Neverwas got hit by spellfire early on and perished," she continues after another moment, unable to meet your shocked look. "They were just... gone. I corralled my family this way, but...." she trails off and frowns deeply, than hangs her head. "Paoras is my oldest now. And I am widowed."
You just nod sadly while your friend goes to grief with her younger siblings. Having lost children and her husband must be hard on Maya, but she gently pushes against your chest when you move to hug her again. "It is alright," she tells you with a weak smile that could not be more fake. "I have my duty to do right now, and all the rest is safe thanks to you. There will be time for me later, and I still have all of them."
A moment passes with you both looking at each other, but is interrupted at the sizzling of a Dark Star floating along and toward you. A Fairy Slayer no less, but not Epsilon Aaron. This one glows in purples and pinks. "If I may interject on bad news for this one, the one called Defiance. The one you call Epsilon Aaron fell toward the end of the fighting."
It is not too horrible after everything else; Mokutuuk died on Valhalla, Maya just lost husband and children, Elisabeth lost her brother. You did not know Epsilon Aaron that well and doubt they cared much for you, but it still stings in your chest. "What happened?"
The Dark Star hovers around for a moment, wispy claws motioning for the main spire up high. "That one saw the end approach and transplanted all the mana crystals in his possession. You saw that one earlier, certainly. Bloated and malformed, held together by will and wrath." So they were the super monster that came out of the spire before. You nod and the Dark Star continues with a weird, happy inflection: "That one went into oblivion like any of us would wish to, mayhem upon enemies who thought us cornered and defeated."
The Fairy Slayer bows deeply toward you. "And that one's wrath, while misguided, was not in vain. It saved many others to keep growing and carry on that one's work while you fought the Archangel. Through that one and this one," by which they point at you with an ethereal claw, "we shall continue to thrive and ascend."
They bow again and hover away; you can not help but stare after them, then down at Maya. "Was that just me, or did that guy try to comfort me?"
Your Succubus friend snorts, an actual smile gracing her tired features. "It did sound that way. I never heard a Dark Star even just try, so congratulations on that." Then she spies something behind you and grins, getting up from her pillow and waving the waiting patients forward. "That should be enough of a break. Next one!"
You turn to look and your eyes widen at the sight in the distance. Dragul, clothes tattered and bloody but ultimately fine. Leaning on his shoulder is Orux, who currently misses some chunks of his torso and looks horrible. But he is alive. You had not seen him so far and already began to prepare for the bad news, but seeing him again makes the light shine brighter and sets your heart fluttering.
You almost dash over to hug him then and there, but he is badly hurt; so you stop yourself and simply walk, meeting the two halfway and falling into step with them. Only Dragul notices you at first, offering a simple nod before focussing on leading his friend forward.
In the end, you decide to just speak up: "It's good to see you both alright. More or less."
Orux grunts and turns his head to grin at you, but does not seem able to produce words. Dragul nods again, assessing you with a bit of smile. "Quite so. Many greater than us perished today, it could have been much worse for either of us."
"Luck s'not somethin' to rely on," Orux gets out before coughing up a splatter of blood, at which point you quickly take his hand and squeeze it. He squeezes back weakly, and seems to relax a little bit despite his broken body.
Dragul, meanwhile, agrees with his friend. "Power will come in time. We merely need to survive that long."
You find yourself agreeing with him on that. As long as one survives, they can grow.
That is the point where you reach Maya, who seems to have hurried in finishing with everyone in line ahead of you. Orux is made to sit on a piece of masonry and the healer gets to work, weaving a gentle wave of light red mana into him. Open wounds close and flesh regrows where it was missing.
Within seconds, Orux takes a deep breath and feels over his restored chest, then his arms and legs. He nods and offers Maya a bow. "Thank you for your fast work. I am still feeling the beating I took, but my wounds are all closed."
She claps his shoulder with a kind smile. "That's normal. Keep it down for a few days while you recuperate. That aside," Maya then continues with a sideway glance your way, but does not finish her statement. Orux huffs and agrees with a grunt, then turns around and draws you into a warm embrace.
It happens so slowly, you could have stepped away if only you wanted. But you don't, you want this. Want to be held like this, by him. You missed him so much.
Your arms sling around Orux' neck and you press a kiss on his lips, almost vanishing under his bulk. "I missed you." Tears prick in your eyes again, this time of relief, and he slows down a little in obvious confusion. But then he shrugs it off and kisses you back.
A few moments pass in your little world, undisturbed, but then an elbow finds your side. You let off your boyfriend with an unhappy frown and look at the grinning Maya. She has her arms crossed. "You should find yourself some privacy if you want to continue this," the Succubus tells you with a wink.
You make to retort, but then think. A few weeks ago, you talked with Lu about this. About the stakes in this world, about what you did and did not do, about what you wanted to do. Orux lets you down after a moment, but you grab his hand immediately. "You know," you tell Maya, "I think we will. You don't mind, do you?" Orux just shakes his head, blinking down at you in obvious surprise.
Maya just whistles while you pull him away by the hand. "Just remember not to be too wild!" she calls after you. That does make you blush after all, but your decision was made. Dragul just chuckles and makes to chat with Maya while she waits for further patients.
The main spire still stands, after all. It is basically untouched, and so your quarters should be fine. Good.
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Your clothes are torn and burned, little more than scraps at this point. You could not care less. The soldiers you and Lu pass cheer not at you but for you, word of those who saw spreading like wildfire.
"Your name will be widely known soon," Lu comments idly, lips curled up ever so slight. "More so than it already was, that is. Few can boast to have fought an Archangel and survived, much less defeated one."
"I just hope she makes it... and that she isn't mad at me." Now that the fight is over and you have time to actually think about what you said and did, you feel sheepish. And a little horrible. Gabriel just tried to protect her friend, did not want to have to kill you, and you got mad at her like you rarely ever were. Not to mention how much you had to maim her.
For some reason, Lu just huffs and shakes her head. "Do not think of it too much. She is a bleeding heart and far too kind for her own good. She will have already forgiven you the next time you meet."
Your friend appears more at ease than before. Perhaps the battle and bloodshed did center her again after that horrible shock a week ago. You do not bring it up, unwilling to tear that wound open again. You just nod and accept her assessment; Gabriel is a kind person at heart, you figured the same thing.
The first person you meet on the way to the main spire is Elisabeth. Her robe is torn in places, revealing pale flesh that remains pristine. She stands on top of a large splinter of the southern spire, hands clasped in front; the woman herself looks at you quietly, no words being spoken for a moment. You still know her eyes are boring into yours, a heavy presence settling onto you. Lu stops first and you do the same a moment later, looking up at the unreadable face.
When she does speak, her voice is hoarse, shallow, and almost empty. Two words, a question that hurts you almost physically: "My brother?"
You can only shake your head, unable to meet her gaze. Argus died protecting you, the thought tieing your gut into a knot. Another life on your hands.
Elisabeth shudders for a moment, fingers clenching before relaxing. "I, I see." Her tone is subdued still, but even weaker. It fails her once as she continues: "I shall... I shall oversee the repair work for now. Please, uh...." she trails off again and makes to turn around, measured steps carrying her off the rubble and toward the empty plains. You do not need to see her quivering shoulders to know what this is about.
Before Elisabeth can make three steps, you dart forward and cut off her retreat; a moment later, you hug her close, as hard as you can. The shudders going through her body are far more pronounced like this, but her arms hang loose. "Please let go," she pleads quietly, a sob quelled before it could truly form at the end. "I need to, need-" You cut her off by squeezing tightly, which prompts another sob to spill out of her throat.
Then however, a hand on your shoulder pulls you back slightly; Lu gives you a calm nod before pulling once more. "Go back and rest. I will take care of this." You open your mouth to protest, Elisabeth is your friend after all, but she speaks over you: "I know this better than you ever will. Leave it to me." That shuts you up and crashes another wave of guilt over you.
Lu was a big sister, too. She probably does understand Elisabeth's feelings better, no matter what you want to think. So you let go of the Demon woman, watch how her back straightens forcefully.
Then Lu puts that hand on her shoulder instead, squeezing gently. A kind smile is given to the shivering woman, the hand wandering up and taking off her damp blindfold. Below it, you can see reddened skin and wide eyes welling with tears while embers flicker within, turning the stoic appearance into a miserable one.
Lu wraps her wing around Elisabeth, who clenches her fists to keep from breaking down. "Let us get you to where you can grieve in peace." She throws you a nod before picking the smaller woman up in a princess carry. "I will see you later."
Elisabeth hides her face in Lu's neck when they take off, toward the mountains and far away.
You watch after them for a moment, your own eyes stinging from unshed tears. You rub them away and turn back to your original goal, only for a shout to draw your attention. Accompanied by crashes and clouds of dust, someone is shouting your name.
Blinking your vision clear, you chuck off your partly damaged shoes and hop onto piles of rubble to dart forward. The magic protects your feet from pointy ends, another plus in your book; that aside, you quickly close in on the ruckus while finally being able to make out the voice. Female, shrill.
Paoras, you realise the moment a piece of wall blocking the way explodes down the middle under a spiked wooden club; dust wells up, but is pushed away by a wave of mana that follows. Your tiny friend darts through the opening before the whole wall can crumble and fall apart, another shout for you dying in her throat when she sees you just in front of herself.
"Heidi!" Her club immediately flickers away and she leaps into your arms, crying and hugging you so hard your bones bend a little. "It's you, you're okay! You're okay! Don't ever, hic, d-do that again!" You hold her tight and stroke her back
"Yeah, it's okay. I'm here, I'm sorry."
"Y-You're a mean bitch, hic!"
"I am, shh."
"I t-thought, hic, you're d-dead...."
"No way, see? I'm right here, Pao. You know how strong I am."
"B-But still, hic!"
You continue to reassure her gently and minutes pass with both of you crying. Her over the tragedy of this day, you over the tragedy that is this journey of yours. The horizon is beginning to grow brighter by the time you are both calm again, some purple bruises forming around your waist and shoulders where you were squeezed.
Paoras stands in front of you, eyes red and snot-nosed, so you rip off some more from your ruined outfit to clean her up. Another scrap for your own face and then you take her hand while dismissing the outfit as a whole. "Where is Maya?" Your friend points back at the main spire, so you take her hand. "Then let's go." And while you get going, you focus on the feeling of defiance and transform again as your magic surges forward from within. Pristine, aside from your ruined hair.
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You pass more cheering troops and people working on clearing the area on your way; it is rather obvious where Paoras came through, having crushed several large pieces into much smaller chunks that the soldiers are already carrying off like an ant hive. No one stands idle, everyone is moving and working. Nobody is complaining about the work, either. Just a matter of course.
By the time you reach the front of the central spire, dawn has come. The sun peeks over the horizon and warms your back where it falls. Maya is just up ahead, illuminated by golden light like a saint while she treats horrible flesh wounds among her more monstrous looking kin. Dried tears cling to her face and a bunch of half-elven children remain nearby, protecting her and being protected just as much.
When she sees you coming, she brightens and finishes up with another soldier, magic knitting a mostly severed foot back onto the leg. "There you go. Take it easy for a little while and heal up," she tells him with a clap on the rear that produces a chuckle; he bows deeply, thanks her, and marches off to join the workers.
The Succubus stretches and yawns, then shakes her head sharply and gets up to welcome you with a soft hug. "Welcome back, sweetie. I already heard you defended the Keep, thank you. Truly. Are you injured in any way?" She taps over your back even while hugging, concerned as usual. You just pat her shoulders a few times and pull back with a bit of a grin. "If you could see to the bruises your baby girl left me with earlier?"
They are gone almost faster than you can look, with a sheepish Paoras apologising at about the same time. You wave her off and look the haggard Succubus over again. "What else happened while I was gone?"
Her expression falls a little and she slumps to the pillow she uses as a seat. The small line of heavily injured Demons quickly steps back to give you some privacy without complaint and some quiet conversations break out. You know there are a lot of eyes on you despite it, though.
"They hit us an hour or two after the final gate closed; please do not ever scare me like that again, sweetie. When my baby came flying through shouting your name, I thought we lost you for good." You drag your feet sheepishly, unsure what to say. Maya thankfully does not wait for a response, though she does sigh heavily. "It was a short but horrible assault. Valkyries reinforced the War Angels and attacked with them to try taking the spires quickly. We held, but not for long.
"Neverwas got hit by spellfire early on and perished," she continues after another moment, unable to meet your shocked look. "They were just... gone. I corralled my family this way, but...." she trails off and frowns deeply, than hangs her head. "Paoras is my oldest now. And I am widowed."
You just nod sadly while your friend goes to grief with her younger siblings. Having lost children and her husband must be hard on Maya, but she gently pushes against your chest when you move to hug her again. "It is alright," she tells you with a weak smile that could not be more fake. "I have my duty to do right now, and all the rest is safe thanks to you. There will be time for me later, and I still have all of them."
A moment passes with you both looking at each other, but is interrupted at the sizzling of a Dark Star floating along and toward you. A Fairy Slayer no less, but not Epsilon Aaron. This one glows in purples and pinks. "If I may interject on bad news for this one, the one called Defiance. The one you call Epsilon Aaron fell toward the end of the fighting."
It is not too horrible after everything else; Mokutuuk died on Valhalla, Maya just lost husband and children, Elisabeth lost her brother. You did not know Epsilon Aaron that well and doubt they cared much for you, but it still stings in your chest. "What happened?"
The Dark Star hovers around for a moment, wispy claws motioning for the main spire up high. "That one saw the end approach and transplanted all the mana crystals in his possession. You saw that one earlier, certainly. Bloated and malformed, held together by will and wrath." So they were the super monster that came out of the spire before. You nod and the Dark Star continues with a weird, happy inflection: "That one went into oblivion like any of us would wish to, mayhem upon enemies who thought us cornered and defeated."
The Fairy Slayer bows deeply toward you. "And that one's wrath, while misguided, was not in vain. It saved many others to keep growing and carry on that one's work while you fought the Archangel. Through that one and this one," by which they point at you with an ethereal claw, "we shall continue to thrive and ascend."
They bow again and hover away; you can not help but stare after them, then down at Maya. "Was that just me, or did that guy try to comfort me?"
Your Succubus friend snorts, an actual smile gracing her tired features. "It did sound that way. I never heard a Dark Star even just try, so congratulations on that." Then she spies something behind you and grins, getting up from her pillow and waving the waiting patients forward. "That should be enough of a break. Next one!"
You turn to look and your eyes widen at the sight in the distance. Dragul, clothes tattered and bloody but ultimately fine. Leaning on his shoulder is Orux, who currently misses some chunks of his torso and looks horrible. But he is alive. You had not seen him so far and already began to prepare for the bad news, but seeing him again makes the light shine brighter and sets your heart fluttering.
You almost dash over to hug him then and there, but he is badly hurt; so you stop yourself and simply walk, meeting the two halfway and falling into step with them. Only Dragul notices you at first, offering a simple nod before focussing on leading his friend forward.
In the end, you decide to just speak up: "It's good to see you both alright. More or less."
Orux grunts and turns his head to grin at you, but does not seem able to produce words. Dragul nods again, assessing you with a bit of smile. "Quite so. Many greater than us perished today, it could have been much worse for either of us."
"Luck s'not somethin' to rely on," Orux gets out before coughing up a splatter of blood, at which point you quickly take his hand and squeeze it. He squeezes back weakly, and seems to relax a little bit despite his broken body.
Dragul, meanwhile, agrees with his friend. "Power will come in time. We merely need to survive that long."
You find yourself agreeing with him on that. As long as one survives, they can grow.
That is the point where you reach Maya, who seems to have hurried in finishing with everyone in line ahead of you. Orux is made to sit on a piece of masonry and the healer gets to work, weaving a gentle wave of light red mana into him. Open wounds close and flesh regrows where it was missing.
Within seconds, Orux takes a deep breath and feels over his restored chest, then his arms and legs. He nods and offers Maya a bow. "Thank you for your fast work. I am still feeling the beating I took, but my wounds are all closed."
She claps his shoulder with a kind smile. "That's normal. Keep it down for a few days while you recuperate. That aside," Maya then continues with a sideway glance your way, but does not finish her statement. Orux huffs and agrees with a grunt, then turns around and draws you into a warm embrace.
It happens so slowly, you could have stepped away if only you wanted. But you don't, you want this. Want to be held like this, by him. You missed him so much.
Your arms sling around Orux' neck and you press a kiss on his lips, almost vanishing under his bulk. "I missed you." Tears prick in your eyes again, this time of relief, and he slows down a little in obvious confusion. But then he shrugs it off and kisses you back.
A few moments pass in your little world, undisturbed, but then an elbow finds your side. You let off your boyfriend with an unhappy frown and look at the grinning Maya. She has her arms crossed. "You should find yourself some privacy if you want to continue this," the Succubus tells you with a wink.
You make to retort, but then think. A few weeks ago, you talked with Lu about this. About the stakes in this world, about what you did and did not do, about what you wanted to do. Orux lets you down after a moment, but you grab his hand immediately. "You know," you tell Maya, "I think we will. You don't mind, do you?" Orux just shakes his head, blinking down at you in obvious surprise.
Maya just whistles while you pull him away by the hand. "Just remember not to be too wild!" she calls after you. That does make you blush after all, but your decision was made. Dragul just chuckles and makes to chat with Maya while she waits for further patients.
The main spire still stands, after all. It is basically untouched, and so your quarters should be fine. Good.
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- (Unified Darkness / Thirteenth Hell) General Argus
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