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... like a fallen mountain, wings twisted and torn, scales cracked where shadows had burned through them. Black veins still writhed across its body, drinking from wounds that glowed molten gold. Smoke hissed from its ruined chest, each exhale sounding like the dying wheeze of a furnace.
I drove the Inkblade into the cracked stone just to stay upright. My lungs felt shredded, every breath dragging fire through me. Shadows still pulsed up my arm, veins glowing faintly, feeding on what lingere ...
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