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Psheww~
BOOOM!!
Under the cold and sanguine gleam of a red moon and the looming dark clouds, a vast and desolate battlefield lit up with all manner of explosions.
On a distinct spot in the field, a sea of fire could be seen, and it's also the origin of these explosions. Despite the scalding heat of those bright orange flames, however, a ceaseless horde of undead marched towards it fearlessly, seemingly not minding the incinerated fate that would befall them once the flames touched them.
At the center of the sea of flames was a young man whose face was pale with visible exhaustion. He was sweating buckets, and his breaths were labored as he supported his body using his sword.
There's a visible strain on his face, yet his eyes remain cold. He stared fearlessly at the all-consuming horde of the undead marching towards him. He was undettered by this scalp-tingling sight, but his body couldn't lie. He was approaching his limits, and it shows.
