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... bone spires. Wings of black corrupted mist tore from his back.
He pointed a claw toward Apollo.
"You should never have appeared here, sword whelp. You carry a rule that threatens the Abyss itself. You must die."
His voice reverberated with the weight of a powerful abyssal rule.
And in the midst of this world-crushing pressure, Apollo remained standing.
The land beneath him cracked—because of the terrifying pressure.
He felt the abyssal leader’s pow ...
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