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Back at the center of the ruined village square, destruction currently stretched in every direction.
The ground was shattered, severed limbs lay scattered, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and ash, painting a grim scene of the recent battle.
The once beautiful platform had been reduced to a scarred remnant, a silent witness to the brutal clash that had just taken place.
Yet, amidst the wreckage, Xylen stood motionless in place, his body rigid as if frozen in time and space.
He was utterly unaware that his recent actions and the server announcement about him had already sent shockwaves through the entire Ashbourne server, throwing thousands of players into disarray, and neither did he realize that his name had become the center of intense discussions—some filled with curiosity, others brimming with resentment or admiration.
His siblings, too, were speaking about his two characters at that very moment, yet he remained oblivious to it all.
