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... heat of the previous battle and the flicker of a few unstable braziers. It smelled of oil, burnt mana, and the sharp edge of overclocked machinery.
Raven crouched low. His mask dimmed.
Below, at the far end of the room, stood a figure he recognized.
NekoNekoNyan.
Full cat-themed armor set. Oversized shoulder decals. Her new scythe—nearly identical to the last one she’d used, just a little more polished, probably with new cosmetic flare.
And she was talkin ...
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