He fell down, upon the coagulated pool of scarlet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก.
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His consciousness thoughts scattered in the wind as he lost to the gravitational pull towards the ground, now that the light in his eyes gradually ceased, reflecting the abysmal depth. โข
โ๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ.โ Casting you a lopsided grin, he knows he wouldnโt survive for much longer.
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Yet, he knows well that wouldnโt be fun to witness if he doesnโt at least put up a fight.
โThat may be so. But your father still extended his hand to the said wretched being.โ
โTherefore the Lord, your dearest father, wasnโt a God.โ โข
However, he has limitations, one that he has no capability to control of, or at least tried to overcome.
Suddenly, a coppery taste and scent of iron greeted his senses. From his nose a sanguine flow dribbled down his chin in thin stream, staining his shirt.
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while the pursuerโs presence has grown more oppressive with each heartbeat.
Putting his mind to work, the ordered columns of trees that pose a hindrance to their ๐จ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ข๐จ flew to the side to open a path in the midst of his effort to create some distance. โข