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Éditeur: Atlas Studios
The black magical tower was burning furiously in the flames. Countless filthy, dirty, ugly, and mysterious things were burnt to the ground and blown away by the wind.
On the empty ground nearby, Jack Thunder and his harem were happily counting their trophies. The treasures and powerful magical equipment amazed them.
The members of the fan club, in particular, were looking at Jack Thunder with admiration and obsession. They could not wait to push him to the ground right now.
Only Theresa did not fit the picture of victory.
She was kneeling alone under a giant tree, staring at Eric's incomplete body, which was impossible to revive, with tears in her eyes.
"You, you bastard, you son of a b*tch, you big pervert, how can you die? How can you be so irresponsible as to die just like this? You, you turn me back. Quickly turn me back, you pervert, you pervert!"