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He walked on a path that was certain to lead him to death, and yet, he didn''''t stop. His blade dripping with the blood of people whom he once loved, he refused to pinch his nose even when surrounded by the foul stench of blood and iron. Bodies of the people whom he once called ''''friends'''' were thrown out onto the road to rot. And yet, he didn''''t stop, he just gripped the hilt of his sword tighter and convinced his trembling legs to carry him to his death.