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... ped him and his team to oblivion without breaking a sweat.

The only thing that made this loss easier to swallow was that he would now be able to meet his brother who had a headstart to whatever awaited in the afterlife hours ago.

There, he wouldn't have to fear death again.

...

"Phew...I can't believe this actually worked. I really didn't break a sweat," Cast said with the silver armour on his body, his Incarnation, growing faint before disappearing.

"Surp ...

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