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... y own hands.
That’s what I want now.
I let go of my swords, they clattered to the ground like dropped mics.
No more swords because I won’t chop his head in one swing anymore.
I will strangle this bastard with my own hands.
"Set a table for you?" Malthus scoffed. "Aren’t we getting too confident, human king?"
He stood tall, his horns remained proud and his smile? Still cocky.
But I didn’t care.
Erect was gone.
I should have a ...
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