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... he residual shockwaves of the first two strikes. The skull atop its staff flickered with dim light, as though it, too, knew the end was near.
Ezekiel’s pleading turned into a whimper.
"Wait... please... don’t do this."
His voice cracked like a fraying rope—thin, fragile, about to snap.
I didn’t answer.
I raised my blade.
"No!"
Ezekiel’s scream rang out, raw and helpless.
But it didn’t matter.
I brought Gravefang down with on ...
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