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Chapter 391: Fall Of The Green Calamity (9)
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... frozen mid-snarl, mid-step—held in place by his overwhelming presence. Then, with a slow turn of his head, he glanced over his shoulder at the motionless humans behind him. Despite the pressure suffocating the battlefield, despite their paralyzed limbs, the warriors of Solara, Tempest, and Crescent still had their guards up.
To them, he was no savior.
He was another threat.
Valemir and Tharion especially burned with restrained fury. Their jaws clenched, fingers twitching ...
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