Mahera had a nightmare.

The world of dreams was filled with blood and fire and screams of sorrow, her people fleeing in all directions, the iron horses of the Organa army trampling life after life, mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

She was young and ran away as she could, and corpses swept past her, leaving behind the tragic death of her mother and the laughter of the enemy's rampant demons.

Hate!

Wrath!

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"Teyvat's Opening Treasure Hoarders, Robbing Shenhe" Chapter 635 Mahera: I have a friend... I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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