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... er lay sprawled across the stone, its ichor forming black pools that steamed faintly in the violet glow of the mythril veins. Above, the ceiling still shimmered with countless red eyes—but most had receded after the death of their matriarch. From thousands, only a few hundred lingered now, watching, waiting, but unwilling to descend.
Garrika collapsed onto the ground, landing hard on her backside. Her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, sweat and blood mingling on her skin. The feral g ...
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