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And Lucien's wives put on a show about teamwork, killing the Krakens faster than the Mermaid and Naga's armies.


Everyone is doing their best, and it consumes a lot of them both physically and mentally; and although everyone is inevitably pushing their bodies toward the limits, various influences, mainly from Lucien and the Sins, keep everyone inspired.


"KEEP ATTACKING!!" Ramla shouts to the Mermaid troops in an excited tone as she brandishes her swo ...

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