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Arc 4
Deadly Encounter
From here on out, Death will tail you wherever you may go. For the people you care for and for the people you have sacrificed, you’ll have no choice but to face him head-on, battling such a cruel war in which the consequence would be your loved one’s head served in a silver platter.
The end is near.
And those who are not prepared to die are the first one to face the Reaper’s terrible wrath…
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Z had never felt more powerful than when she woke with a start a week ago. Her eyes were madly flickering from pea-green to toxic green. A single twitch of her hand made the wooden bed shook and she ended up bouncing on the ground, the bed crumpled into pieces. She swallowed hard as she looked around. The leather-made wall of the tent looked so fragile next to her eyes. Closing it, she tried to steady her breathing; however, a twig cracked way outside. She jerked her eyes open and a hole singed through
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