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... breath, hot blood dripping from his burnt chest onto black gravel.
Then he exhaled, voice barely a ragged whisper, "Alright... let’s see if death can keep up."
His back arched, and from deep inside his battered core, five pale, wraithlike shapes tore free, the souls of the Feral Wraiths he had slain. They flared into view around him: ghostly figures twisting in agony, their outlines flickering.
A deep, low hum filled the ruined hall as those souls dissolved into threads ...
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