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After crushing those who resisted, the encroaching army paraded through the streets of the coastal town in a display of might. While they processed along the main avenue in full regalia, the lone Benedict sliced through their ranks like a sudden streak of lightning. He plunged his iron claws into the soldiers' flesh as a scarf stained in the blood of his people fluttered in his wake. His recklessness was a clear sign that he had been driven mad with revenge.
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