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... is breath ragged as the realization hit him like a cold wave: the assassins were cloaked in his own blood, their scent indistinguishable from the coppery tang that saturated the air.
In this environment, where he had acclimated to the overwhelming smell of blood, they were effectively odorless, blending seamlessly into the battlefield.
Then an idea came, ’I haven’t tried to catch them yet,’ he muttered before letting himself die once more, the now-familiar darkness of death envel ...
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