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... wisted into a grim, fierce expression.

"I came for that damned legacy, but it's all a deception! No one can take that legacy; all who tried before me died! Not one survived; they all starved to death!"

"This place is a prison, meant to detain those half-orcs with unrest and defiance in their hearts! It's a trap left by humans to destroy the last hope of the Werewolves!"

"Wait!" Jelia interrupted Roronora.

"Since the beginning, you've been talking about a legacy, a ...

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