Heroist
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— Do not despair, Klin. From your confession and the nature hidden from mortal eyes, I see that your current form is not the result of pride, greed, or disregard for the laws of this world. — The priest rose and placed his hand on the death knight's shoulder. — No one here will blame you for becoming a victim of another's evil will in these halls. Releasing your soul from the burden of suffering in this corrupted flesh would be a merciful solution, but I would not want to send a soul with unfinished good deeds in the mortal world on this distant journey. "Live," but remember that salvation is granted only through Her will, and human beings, even of royal blood, are not worthy of worship, for all is from Her, through Her, and to Her. — The patriarch's word and touch dispel the curse of captivity. — Glory to Her forever, mayya.
Klin also rises from his seat, bows to the priest, and dares not delay the queue any longer. His soul feels an unprecedented freedom, and yet a strange, long-forgotten feeling of anxiety grows in his chest. He needs time to properly digest and comprehend what has happened.
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