His name was Clive. Just a young boy, nothing more. He looked about ten, but was only eight. His hair was a near-silver shade, opposing his jet black eyes. He was neither tall nor short, and always wore the same black clothes. He never said a word in front of anyone, never acted out of line nor sought attention
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- The Demon-Beast of the Battlfield
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