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... scream tore from his throat as the blood surged deeper into his core, boiling his insides and ripping apart every nerve with invisible claws.
He writhed in the crimson pool, veins bulging, eyes wide with agony. The pain was beyond anything he had ever imagined, sharp, relentless, primal. It felt like dying over and over again.
He had laughed off Varnyx’s warnings earlier, thinking the old vampire was just being dramatic, throwing in a bit of cultish flair to make the ritual sound ...
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