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... oamed, a place the average adventurer wouldn’t survive a single hour.
“GAAAAAH!”
“UOOOOH!”
The ‘Sword King’ Borkus raised his black greatsword into the air. Vigaro, the four-armed Ghoul, let out the roar of a lion as he swung his axe sideways.
The air vibrated as the two weapons collided, the shockwave shaking the boulders nearby as if they were flimsy toys. Even monsters that were normally ferocious had fled like mice in fear of these two.
“You’ve grown s ...
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