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Kaelrik's sudden words detonated through the village square like an apocalyptic thunderclap, his voice heavily laced with icy venom and malice.
The villagers and guards alike began to tremble under the weight of his murderous intent, their limbs locking up as if invisible chains had snaked around their bodies.
The suffocating pressure bore down on them like a tidal wave of dread crashing against their hearts.
But before they could even muster a single thought, the one-eyed, Old Demon, whom terror had already paralyzed, began to convulse hysterically, his frail body trembling as if it would shatter at any moment.
But just at that moment…
Shiiiing!
A massive, colossal blade, which seemed forged to cleave mountains, was pulled out by Kaelrik from the scabbard at his waist, the metallic ring echoing like a funeral bell, tolling the inevitable death that was about to come.
In the following second—
Haaak!
