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“He turned even a little bit more, still trying to protect his back. She was faster, much faster.
- You have the wings, Demon? - the Witch chuckled.
- No!!!!! - The apocalyptic scream - It's not me!!!!
- Michael...
Only then he struck. The powerful wave knocks down down the Witch and her son' lands. In the powerful storms and earthquakes. In hunger and slavery. With the plagues. It was supposed to be 30 days. It was supposed to be never. The wings...”