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... ipping behind her. She skidded to a stop in front of Lucius, knees trembling a little from the sprint.
"You... called?"
She asked, voice higher than usual.
Lucius didn’t smile. He pointed toward the fields where the stalks writhed and black shapes crawled like a dark tide.
"Look at them."
She followed his gaze. Her face drained. Up close, the insects were worse—thicker bodies than any common beetle, a faint inner glow of mana visible under their carapace. ...
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