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... n door hanging slightly ajar—perfect for bottlenecking these damned things. Hendrickson’s wind blades carved a brutal path ahead, slicing through the stragglers like parchment, but Daryl noticed the mage’s breaths were sharper now, his movements fractionally slower. Even rank-one mages had limits.
As they were cutting their way through a man walked between the monster horde, Making them
Give way. As the civilians saw him one lady recognized him by his mustache.
He was sec ...
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