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... bedroom were already razed to the ground, in ruins. White Emperor laid on Claire’s head, pulling on her hair. His eyes widened as he saw this scene and he started chirping. (Normally White Emperor is always either crouching on Claire’s shoulder or lying flat on her head. His presence felt almost nonexistent.)
Emery’s sorry figure was standing amidst the ruins, multiple wounds on his body, the blood already dying Emery’s right sleeve red and still dripping continuously. Cliff hovered ...
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