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The orb's glow intensified with each murmured incantation, casting eerie shadows across the chamber.
Though his actions were ruthless, Damon knew that there was no room for hesitation in their struggle against the Obsidian Order.
Every moment wasted could mean the difference between victory and defeat, and he was willing to do whatever it took to ensure that they emerged triumphant.
"DIE!" Damon yelled as he did his final attack, piercing the last standing servant to his death.
"T-The.. Obsidian… Order… won't…" the servant whispered as he grabbed the sword Damon was using.
Damon rolled his eyes before pulling his sword and watched the man fell blooded to the ground. "Tsk," he flicked his tongue as he moved forward.
