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... artner, his pupils shrinking as if his mind refused to accept what his eyes were showing him.
His sword slipped from his grasp and clattered weakly against the stone floor.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this outcome.
Three Level 13 awakeners, elites chosen by the guild, reduced to corpses by a necromancer who had only recently stepped into the abyss.
A rookie.
Yet here they were.
Dead.
His lips parted, but no sound came out. < ...
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