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... man heads, those wandering samurais originally used by Koyano Taro as ambush forces had now become nourishment for evil powers.
Sharp nails skimmed over lines of text on the notebook, and the purple eye in the Priest’s forehead turned slightly, peering through layers of space-time barriers to the woven paths of fate.
Fate has converged here.
Firstly,
The notebook in the arms of Master Seto on the beach slowly unfolded at the center of the sacrificial array.
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