The Demon of Hazard Shallows
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We thought it was a plane, a new project developed by AoA Technologies. We didn't expect the danger we had let in to our base. Several lives were lost, buildings destroyed, taxiways stained with blood.
The demon of Hazard Shallows will kill us all.
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