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... finger slicing open once more, blood spilling freely as dark tendrils—crimson and shadow—whipped toward both Reid and the Hero, each strike designed to corrupt, to drain, to weaken.
The barrage wasn't just an assault on the body but on the spirit, as the Dominion of Cruelty worked its malevolent magic.
Lucian knew he couldn't sustain it for long—each passing second drained him just as much as his enemies.
The Hero weaved through the oncoming blood-soaked tendrils with unn ...
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