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... he fleet of warships trembled under its weight, writhing and struggling, but it was futile. Hela leaned against the window, her brows tightly furrowed. With both hands outstretched, two long swords pierced the floor to stabilize her stance.
"Impossible..."
Her gaze was fixed intently on the light screen where the self-proclaimed Cursed Warrior Ur stood. Her eyes reflected a heavy, oppressive solemnity.
"Alert! Alert! Lord Lothar—our warships are being pulled down by an in ...
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