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... ains.
His consciousness thrashed within his own body, but it was like screaming inside a glass prison—no matter how loud he was, no one could hear him.
He was now too desperate.
His monstrous form moved with terrifying ease, its massive claws slicing through the air, carving into another beast with ruthless precision.
Blood sprayed, warm and thick, soaking into the ground as his fanged maw tore through sinew and bone.
The satisfaction meter ticked higher. ...
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