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... e shards stabbed through empty air. Binding spells wrapped around nothing.
And while dodging everything thrown at him, The Reaper counterattacked.
His sword moved in arcs that seemed almost lazy, but each cut found a target. Not killing blows—he was deliberately pulling his strikes—but disabling ones. A wing shredded, forcing a succubus to crash-land. A leg slashed, dropping a warrior to the ground. An arm cut, making a mage drop their staff.
Within thirty seconds, half t ...
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