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... witnessed another dragon crash into the white tower with a gaping wound in its head. Then, before the dragon corpse even grazed the ground, it began flapping its leathery wings with a dazed look. Death affinity mana swirled around its form as the dragon latched onto the back of the nearest chrome-scaled dragon and viciously bit into its neck. The two roared as they spiraled to the ground and, with a sickening crunch, flattened a couple dragon eggs, much to the still-alive dragons’ despair.

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