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... ezel’s face. It had appeared the instant his fingers brushed against the cold, dead chitin of the Flesh Reaper, a ghostly barrier between him and his prize. Sezel stared, his mind struggling to process the interruption. The words on the screen were stark, simple, and utterly incomprehensible.
"What is this?" he breathed, the words barely a whisper. His eyes scanned the glowing text, an unfamiliar warning.
[Do you wish to convert the target into one of your ’Puppets’]
"Wha ...
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