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The deadly and brutal battle raged on around the ark.
"Die!" A voice screamed at the top of its lungs.
Amidst the chaotic fray around the ark, Grandpa Philip wielded his polearm with unwavering determination.
His strikes were swift and calculated, cleaving through the ranks of the Undead with resolute resolve.
Each swing left a trail of devastation, scattering the animated corpses with deadly efficiency.
Veins protruded from his forehead with every swing; his chest rose and fell with each movement of his weapon, and his breathing grew erratic.
He knew he was getting close to his limit but refused to let that bother him, continuing the battle with unwavering determination.
Subsequently, William had madness evident in his eyes as he danced through the battlefield with his dual daggers.
