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Hellkeeper, 18/10/2016, 00:19

DOM-Watched

A fresh gust of wind blows away the warmth of the afternoon. Your footprints on the hard tiles disappear as nature carelessly moves the dust about. How long have you been fighting this now aimless battle? Does anyone in this arena still desire a fleeting victory or a tenuous speck of glory? But your mind is clear, you know the fight needs no reward. Even without spectators; even with no cheering crowd.

The gods of war watch over, a champion shall be named.

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