I viewed lucidly the blue eye of God. Days seemed to have passed me by, as I lie in that battlefield. I could tell the battle was still raging beyond me by the sounds of flame and sword carried by the wind. I grasped the wound in my chest, turned my head, and spit blood out on the hallowed ground of Nadil. Lifting my head as much as the minute
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