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... ng crisply on the iron shell of the alchemy golem.
The Fearless stood silently before Tax Collector Brent, his red eyes coldly surveying the surroundings, ready to respond to any potential attack at any moment.
The Communication Stone of the War Lizardfolk chief lit up, and it murmured a few hisses before stepping back.
Soon after, steady footsteps emerged from the rain screen.
Werewolf Mage Frost Fang walked slowly, his blue-gray fur soaked by the rain, clinging ...
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