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... blood-red spear. Its tines were slick with a fluid as black as ink—the abyssal ichor of Mokka. He brought the spearhead to his lips.
He licked the black blood, a coppery, alien taste flooding his senses, and swallowed.
Then, like a profane shaman, he began to chant.
"Spectre of Dragons, sleeping in endless night, hear my call! Through this blood, I offer a tribute you hunger for! Descend and claim your prize, O Ghost Dragon!"
In Mokka’s disbelieving eyes, a tempe ...
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