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... was ragged. Blood ran down his lip, soaking into the collar of his uniform. His left leg trembled as he put weight on it. Cracks laced across the shaft of the Staff of Whispering Nature, and its core flickered weakly.
But he was still standing.
Across from him, the necromancer floated just barely above the ground—his form twisted, barely held together by the remnants of foul magic. His face was a mask of rage and desperation. Limbs hung broken. His chest rose and fell unnaturall ...
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