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She had always wanted Alice to smile.

Watching as the Crimson Holy Lance descended, Carol pulled out an anomaly shaped like a red button.

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Nickname: War Reenactment.

The moment it was activated, humanity’s greatest mistakes would be replicated.

But ironically, today it would be used to give Alice a chance to undo her mistake.

"—I didn’t expect you to be the ones bringing this to me."

Behind Carol stood a nun in religious robes a ...

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