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... is armor and weapons had been upgraded to the maximum level, his gear was black as the night itself, and yet exuded a shadowy miasma across every level, his cloak was the same his mother had given him all those years ago, worn, tattered, stained with dried blood.
His sickles were forged of blackened metal, wrapped in black leather, chains forged from the same substance as the blades themselves bound them to his hands, while at the end of them were bleached and polished skulls dangling wi ...
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