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... ve claws above the fallen healer.
Mara’s blood pooled beneath her, soaking into the corrupted ground. Her mace lay in pieces beside her, and her normally perfect light brown hair was matted with black ichor and sweat. Despite this, her eyes remained defiant as she stared up at the demon.
[This can’t be happening!]
Grace moved toward them, but she’d never make it in time. The Primal’s arm began its downward arc—
"HEY UGLY!"
A rock sailed through the air and ...
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