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>Liberty looked back at the sandstorm roaring behind, swallowing without pause the dunes. Had she arrived a few hours later, nothing would remain of the ruins and the staff would have been lost forever, buried deep in that desert of bright orange sand, waiting for his master Loomis to find it and wield it with horrible fury.
>But now it was safe with her, and she would make sure Loomis didn't lay his evil hands on the arcane weapon again.