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... ping my wings. Behind us sat two corpses with slit necks. Two Atrixian scum had entered the cavern to empty their bladders. My Elven companion ended their lives. Verdant spat on their bodies and crushed their bloody necks with a few stomps.
“Let us go, Mila… I’m ready.”
I picked up Verdant and took flight, leaving a drop of slime behind to assimilate the corpses.
The magical fog cladding Tiran’s Crest wasn’t static. It had a little give and take, and its precise position ...
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