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... lmost lost in the din of the battle. But its effect was immediate. Catastrophic.
The container at the back of the wagon began to glow. Not a soft, magical luminescence. An angry, malignant, and sickly green light. It pulsed with a life of its own. The light of a plague about to be born. A high-pitched, whining sound began to emanate from the chest. The sound of a containment seal about to fail. Growing louder and more frantic with every second.
Chris’s laughter, a wet, gurgling, ...
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