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... ath my boots. Each explosion shredded my eardrums, each impact made my ribs vibrate as if I were hollow. The walls spat lightning, flaming arrows rained down in waves, but in front of us... it was the black tide. Thousands. A fucking black tide.
The passage Maeron had opened still gaped, a glowing furrow cutting through the mass like a sickle through a field of wheat. But already, the demons rushed to fill the gap, their squirming flesh reforming like waves of mud. If we lingered, we’d b ...
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