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... ooked at Ange, then at the scythe, and asked in confusion, “Why are you trying to chop it down? It’s not the Demonic Monument. It’s just a stele, aren’t you mistaking it for Turus again?”
If Turus’ soul knew about this, it probably would regret its past actions. Ange’s grudge from his burned fields hasn’t been forgotten.
But Ange didn’t pay any attention to it, instead, he was carefully observing. He raised both feet, where Soul Flame surged, slowly pacing with every step leaving ...
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