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... voice came out as cold as the Atlantic. "Tell me, Bemon, where are these impertinent fools right now?"
"M-My Liege," Bemon pointed outside a large palace window, the scene outside resembling an apocalypse. "They're already here."
Knox cracked his throne's armrest. A deathly glow formed in his golden eyes—an occurrence that suffocated the air inside the throne room.
"Bemon," he asked.
"Yes, my Liege…?"
"Prepare a new graveyard. Make this one larger than th ...
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