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The more dooms Constantine met, the closer he was to his destination and the more cautious he became. Right now Constantine's progress was as slow as a snail's crawl. Before he could advance forward, he would have to spend minutes, and sometimes even hours, hiding from herds of dooms passing by.

Most of the dooms that Constantine encountered were weak dooms that were only one meter or two meters tall. These two variants of dooms were the most populous in the entire world, as they could be found everywhere. They were mostly gathered in herds, but many lone dooms like this could be found everywhere too.

The ultimate outcome for a one-meter or two-meter tall doom that was on their own was to either become food for other dooms or be assimilated into a herd.

To be honest, these dooms were a tragic race. They were a race that was born from a world whose limit of energy was fixed without many ways to increase it and they were heavily reliant on this world. The dooms had to share the limited
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