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Chapter 258 - 251: Down the rabbit hole the Blood Starved Knight goes
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... om his throat. There was no mirth in the sound, only contempt. And that bitter sneer carved into the lines of his face.
His right arm—severed moments prior—twitched as it began to reform. It started at the exposed jag of bone, white piercing out from the bloody stump. Then came the muscle around the bone, twitching as if alive, nerves snaked their way up the new flesh and at last, skin slithered over it all—pale and flawless.
His robes sleeve mended itself around it in the same b ...
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