In a distant world of endless strife and monstrous battles, clad in Devil Essence, a colossal golden crow clashed with ancient dragons, immortal phoenixes, dreadful leviathans and other titanic beasts—cleaving his way through their ranks to rush into a towering, dark-purple portal. Alas, a step before his goal, his body shook, forcing him to crash from over ten-thousand meters of altitude. The Devil Essence became a chaotic mess of flickering energies, blood dripped from the golden crow's eyes, and his bestial face twisted with endless rage. "How…who was it that interfered and ruined my future? Weeping Soul…even you…failed me?!" Confused and weakened by his Plan B's loss, the true Nakula spat, but how could the terrible enemies surrounding him miss this golden opportunity? Each flashed monstrous smiles at the collapsed crow and dropped on him with ravenous hunger.
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