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... us on the battle. The battlefield was a chaos of violence and rage.
Romain was on the front line, holding the beast at bay with his massive shield. His sword struck with force, but the damage remained superficial. Still, he was buying time, and that was all that mattered. The creature was already wounded, its body a mass of lacerated flesh, broken bones jutting from its distended skin. A dozen arrows were lodged in its flesh, a testament to Jules' precision and determination. His fingers ...
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