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In the middle of a crimson field of flowers, there was a pitiful man fallen in the ground, the man clothes were long ago bathed in blood. near to him stood a arrogant man with a cold look in his face. He too was bathed in blood, but the blood wasn't his, with the last power he could utter at that moment the fallen man barely managed say something.
"Wh-wh-y - Cough! " - the man tried to ask, but he couldn't as he continuously coughed dark red blood
At that moment the arrogant man replied indifferently, it almost looked like he didn't have anything to do with this situation, he continued to utter with a completely cold voice, strangely it almost seemed that he was reading line of a book.
"You will die here without no one even knowing about your sacrifice" - he said with voice that resembled one of a demon.
"In the end you was nothing more than a background actor..." - the deep voice calmly uttered.
"Aa-AAgh" - the pitiful man tried to say something, but soon his voice would never be heard again.
"You efforts will be forgotten... never to remembered"
"A truly pitiful man, There's no one to even remember you, a perfect ending for an extra like you" - as he finished saying that he lifted his sword and atacked directly the man's head.
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