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Chapter 42 - 41 - Race against time
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... -to-hand combat, an unrelenting clash where every slash of a vampire’s blade sends dozens of werewolves, orcs, and centaurs crashing to the ground, torn apart. Yet, even this relentless carnage fails to halt the monstrous horde’s advance.
«Shit...» one of the familiars, Dimitri Vorthgen, mutters, resigned. A man likely of Greek descent, with tanned skin, long hair, and an unkempt beard, he collapses to his knees. «To die like this, after everything we’ve suffered, is just a sick joke! Fo ...
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