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... mighty impact causing its back to plow across the damp ground, creating a furrow.
As it scrambled to stand, it clawed at the ground in desperation, flinging clumps of wet soil everywhere.
"Roar!"
Its gaping mouth, capable of swallowing a human skull, roared—though strangely, it seemed to mimic the howl of a wolf using human vocal structures.
The people in this caravan were organized by Archbishop Klimte, and their skills were commendable.
Even the non-fig ...
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