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... ained by burnt battle clothes and blood.
This is, the embers of doom.
"The war is still coming."
A tall and straight white-haired man stood on a blood-stained platform, and the sweltering wind blew his white hair up.
In front of him was the devastated land and the blood-stained battlefield.
"God, can she still live?"
In the shadow on the side of the platform, a handsome man in tattered light armor spoke hoarsely.
The white-haired man turned his he ...
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