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... re those that are born from a creator’s design.
And then... there are the ones the world itself seems to hesitate before creating.
The one before me was one of those unfathomable glitches.
A serpent... no, calling it that felt almost disrespectful.
The thing was poetry carved into bone, muscle and mana. Twenty feet, maybe more if it uncoiled fully, its scales a sheet of white so pure it didn’t look real.
Each one reflected light like carved ivory, or like ...
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