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Vigilate gripped his sword in hand. Two months ago he had called out the other watchers for torturing innocent people they had banished him to a hardcore world where he had survived and now decided to slay the warden. He could only hope they were watching and this could show them that he was strong enough to fight back.
He spread his purple wings and flew into the cave soaring.
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He could see nothing anymore he could feel the skulk climbing up his skin. He could only listen. He could listen to everything.