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Gideon grinned with immense satisfaction. The billowing smoke rose high, making the once clear sky now covered in the dark glow from the lingering explosions that felt suffocating. Fires still burned around him and at several points, many of his vehicles were charred and ablaze. He didn't care. Not at all. What mattered was his target was dead. Yes. He just wanted that boy with his arrogant demeanor dead. Vanished without a trace, bones scattered without a hint of flesh. Reduced to ashes.

Now, he could retrieve the die immediately. It was his. Still his. But why did he feel like a stranger who wanted to snatch it? It truly baffled and infuriated him. Also, he felt... the power of the die had increased thousands of times when he handed it over to Xavier hundreds of years ago. Yet, it was initially created merely as a protective device. Not a highly advanced war tool like this. His eyes scanned the chaotic surroundings.

He grinned with satisfaction. Very much. Moreover, there was no mov
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