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... hap occurred the moment it landed.
For some reason, its legs fashioned from Mithril suddenly snapped.
As a result, the necromancer slid to his knees upon hitting the ground.
The skull crafted from Refined Gold struck the ground heavily, making a thud.
At this moment, the necromancer wished for a cellar to bury himself in.
He felt as though both his dignity and pride were lost.
His face was utterly disgraced.
"Damn it, it’s all because of yo ...
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