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Sweet Revenge
Moriah was watching her with pure surprise, he didn't even try to cover that. How could it be that she was still alive? It was true that he had been reborn again, but how was it possible that she had been reborn too?
"What, surprised?" Hadassah chuckled with humor and climbed down from the saddle of the horse. "Is it not funny that how I am still alive? Even I have returned to my true body?"
"How?" he blurt out, feeling resentful to see her like that. He lost his true body in a Hellfire decades ago, since then he had been living in other people's body, like parasites.
"Why would I waste my precious time by discussing that with a coward like you? You should know by now the reason why I am here, Ezekiel," she called him by his real name.
The warriors were still stunned by the lightning and when they saw that two of them talking, they began to whisper between them again. The Commander of Moriah's army, Panther, he was feeling anxiou
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