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“Are you going to yield now, Titanian? The night is still in heat, the warden needs to sleep.” Baneas kept taunting Reginald, whose figure was laid over the edge of the prison’s upper roof, while slowly closing in from a distance. He was unresponsive after the second clash with Baneas’ unspoken technology. On his back, the concrete layer of the upper roof’s outskirt edge saved him from the imminent freefall down below. It cracks and suffering a lot, crumbles in numerous places by the tremor of the impact, but still left indestructible even after the direct knockout. “This prison was designated to contain an anomaly like yourself. I can’t believe that won’t work with you all.” “....” “Hah, you can’t even move! I bet my presence right here made you astonished.” Reginald is gazing to his
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