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... cold stone. But tonight, it hummed with the sound of mana-welders and the smell of ozone.
In the center of the room, a makeshift operating table had been set up.
Leona sat on the edge, shirtless except for a chest binding, sweating profusely. Her left arm ended in a jagged, blackened stump just below the elbow.
The scars from Valerius’s Void Decay looked like charred wood against her skin.
"It itches," Leona grunted, her teeth gritted as Damien applied a numbing s ...
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