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... bove us flapped its wings, a sandstorm kicked up across the field.
Wilhelm, the Death Dragon. One of the Four Heavenly Kings.
There was no way I could be mistaken. No matter how dragon-like it was, I had seen that face hundreds of times.
We’d fought countless battles.
It wasn’t wearing its adamantium armor, and it was smaller than I remembered.
Still in its juvenile stage—before it rose to become one of the Four Heavenly Kings.
The reason it sudden ...
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