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“When I was just a child, she was stolen away by bandits. My father had already passed away, so...
“Please allow me to deal with this. Evil shade! May the blessed light drive you from this land!”...
“Ah. You see it now. That's the sad irony of the battlefield. I ride a wyvern and use my spear...