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| The eyes of the alien Xaero are narrowing. Impassivvely watching and waiting as the arena transforms high-ranking warriors into spineless mush. But the slleedy stench of death isn't enough to cloud your judment. Abandoning every ounce of common sense and any trace of doubt. You lunge onto a stage of harrowing landscapes and atmopheric hazards as legions of foes surround you, your purpose is unknown. Your only company, a mantra: fight or be finished! !WELCOME TO THE ARENA! |
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