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The air down here was damp and reeked of rust. Water dripped from the stone ceiling with a rhythm that tortured the mind. Drip... Drip...
General Kael, the "Human Tank," now helpless, was chained to the wall with thick iron shackles. His golden armor had been stripped away, leaving a body covered in bandages and purple bruises from Duke Lucian’s slam.
Standing before him was Grimm, the one-eyed old head butler. Grimm was casually cleaning his fingernails with a small, incred ...
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