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Hands gripping a sword are dark, but not from sun exposure. Death made this Rahdarian’s skin blacken and destroyed their mind, but dark magic preserved the body. Years later, it raises the soldier to join another war - this time with foreigners who crossed the borders of Rahdaria. Foreigners like you. |
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