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'This... is bad.' Avius clenched his bleeding arm, looking at the others; all the scouts were dead. Iris was injured, and while they could heal others, she couldn't heal herself.
"Where are you, Keres..."
A laugh echoed into his ears; it made them bleed from how horrific it was. He wanted to think this was a dream, but it wasn't; it couldn't be, the pain was too real to be an illusion.
He looked at his hand, trying to stop the bleeding, ripping some of his cloth off, and wrapping it around his wound, the fabric turning red in seconds. But that was everything he could do.
I mean, he had more important things to worry about.
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Like the Abyss standing in front of them.
They hadn't even had time to realize what had happened, since after Keres left to see what the heck was going on inside the Marketplace, the Abyss appeared out of nowhere, and they had tried to capture him, just like planned.
