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 | | He explained that although he knew Almalexia and the Temple didn’t like him much, he certainly had no argument with the reclusive god, Sotha Sil, who usually kept to himself in his Clockwork City, even though the creatures that had attacked did look like something he would create. |
 | | Her limbs felt like lead, she ached from head to foot; Almalexia knew she was dying, damn this creature, he was beating her, he was more than able to take on and defeat Gods. |
 | | With a sense that he had still somehow lost, despite his victory over the insane Almalexia, Basil took the still sparking blade from her lifeless fingers and slipped off the ring she had used to teleport herself into Sotha’s workshop and unsteadily walked up to the corpse of his dead brother. |
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