Vega's blade traced a crescent—Moonlit Gale—sending spray into the air that glinted like scattered stars. For a moment the demon hesitated, human remembrance flaring in its eyes. Vega's weight shifted. Mercy was not weakness; it was a choice. He sheathed his sword. The demon dissolved into the fog, its howl more pleading than triumphant.
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DESCARGAS OPUS
CONTACTO
SOPORTE TÉCNICO
OPUS 20
Vega's blade traced a crescent—Moonlit Gale—sending spray into the air that glinted like scattered stars. For a moment the demon hesitated, human remembrance flaring in its eyes. Vega's weight shifted. Mercy was not weakness; it was a choice. He sheathed his sword. The demon dissolved into the fog, its howl more pleading than triumphant.