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- Whether Death could, indeed, have found the strength to defeat Semyaza in his current state would, however, have to remain a mystery. Just as the airborne angel spread his wings to the fullest, prepared either to fire or dive down upon his foe, his attention was diverted by a fearsome battle cry from above. He had just enough time to look up and see what was coming before a living, crimson-clad meteor crushed him to earth.
- Again the courtyard shook and the golden stones split. Semyaza lay amid a cobweb of cracks and a small puddle of blood, groaning as he forced himself up. And standing before him, great black blade to hand, cloak still billowing with the momentum of the fall …
- “War?”
- “Well met, Death. With you in just a mo—”
- (...)
- “Not how it looked to me from two levels up, Death.”
- ***
- The Abomination Vault, Chapter 12
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