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A grim battlefield under a blood-red sky, where knights and warriors clash violently, amidst the chaos, a fallen priest rises, his body covered in scars and his eyes glowing with dark magic, in one hand, he holds a blood-soaked holy symbol, and in the other, a cursed blade that hums with arcane energy, the priest’s face is twisted with rage and grief, as he slashes through his former comrades, chanting blasphemous spells that tear apart flesh and armor, around him, the bodies of the fallen rise again as undead soldiers, their hollow eyes reflecting the hatred that drives them, the priest strides forward, unstoppable, his only goal to bring ruin to the kingdom that betrayed him.
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A grim battlefield under a blood-red sky, where knights and warriors clash violently, amidst the chaos, a fallen priest rises, his body covered in scars and his eyes glowing with dark magic, in one hand, he holds a blood-soaked holy symbol, and in the other, a cursed blade that hums with arcane energy, the priest’s face is twisted with rage and grief, as he slashes through his former comrades, chanting blasphemous spells that tear apart flesh and armor, around him, the bodies of the fallen rise again as undead soldiers, their hollow eyes reflecting the hatred that drives them, the priest strides forward, unstoppable, his only goal to bring ruin to the kingdom that betrayed him.
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