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... not hesitant, but heavy. Exhaustion clung to every limb, yet not one of them faltered.
Asmodeus walked at the front, carrying the limp body of the former demon empress who looked eerily like Riel. His hands rested under her knees and armpit. Blood — not his — stained the edges of his cloak.
Behind him, Vinea moved with her sword strapped across her back, her breathing steady but strained. Asmodea limped slightly, but her posture stayed proud, chin lifted, crimson hair swept back, ...
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