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... was already too late.
Malcolm's dragon claw, sharp as a blade, pierced through Owen's defense as easily as through paper, plunging into his chest.
The combination of strength and speed was flawless, devoid of any flamboyant technique, only a simple and direct act of killing.
Owen's body offered almost no resistance at the moment of contact with the dragon claw, as if struck by a heavy hammer.
His bones seemed to cry out in protest.
A look of disbelief flas ...
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