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Deus Necros - Chapter 722: A Well Made Trap
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... , one arm braced under the creature’s shoulder, the other keeping Durandal angled low in case the fog decided to spit out another surprise.
The incline forced their steps into a slow rhythm, boot, claw, boot, dirt shifting underfoot like it couldn’t decide whether to hold them or slide them back down. The air stayed dead around them, too still for a living mountain, and every time the lizardman’s breath brushed Ludwig’s neck, it carried that faint, wrong sweetness that clung to this plac ...
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