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... of crimson strikes.
The [Blood Domain] was thick with the scent of iron, the mist swirling around it like a living thing, distorting vision and sound.
Yet, despite its rage, the demon couldn't shake the irritation gnawing at its mind.
Twice now.
Twice, it had fallen for cheap tricks, illusions, distractions, psychological warfare.
But no more.
This time, it wouldn't be fooled.
Even in this domain, a place that should have been its own batt ...
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