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... o stride ahead with Azmoth in tow. “Nicely done. As expected of my warlock slave!”
Riven snorted and downed another vial of Sinner’s Blood, replenishing his mana to full and wiping the red liquid from his lips on his sleeve. “Warlock slave?! Hold on here…”
“Royal jester, warlock slave, servant to the princess… All acceptable titles for a plebian such as yourself,” Athela stated with a dismissive wave of her spider paw while continuing down the hallway and bypassing larger chamber ...
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