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... a stayed concealed by the bushes they hid behind, both of them keeping wary gazes fixed on the red rock.
"Well, that’s a pickle," she said almost jokingly, but her expression betrayed her calmness.
Oliver simply kept silent. From the little information he had gathered from the Horned Snake’s swift demise, he could tell whatever creature this Disaster was, it relied more on its ability to hide and hunt after than direct confrontations.
The rock was its home, and probably a ...
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