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... ning city, Charron the Undying didn’t rush. He didn’t scream. He simply floated downward, his tattered grey robes billowing around him like smoke.
He looked less like a warrior and more like a natural disaster.
"A child," Charron’s voice echoed, not from his mouth, but from the air itself, vibrating in Damien’s bones. "And a mongrel."
He pointed his dragon-spine staff at the World Tree.
"The Master desires the seed. All else... is dust."
Tap.
He ta ...
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