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... body—ribs cracked, shoulder dislocated, chest torn open.Blood dripped from my wounds, pooling beneath me as my vision blurred.
Elias Vermillion, now in his true demonic form, loomed over me. His jagged grin stretched wide, sharp fangs glistening with malice.
"You fought well, Samuel," he said, mocking admiration in his tone. "But this is the end."
He lunged.
I exhaled. "Not yet."
At the last second, I sidestepped, ignoring the fire in my muscles. His claw ...
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