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... m to fuel this death game Schema placed us in. Their armies will, in essence, become yours.”
I stepped up, several feet taller than Obolis. Shalahora’s shroud dispersed while I spread my hands,
“Hey Obolis, it’s good to see you again. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”
The Emperor’s eyes opened wide, and he leaned back, “You survived? Hah, why would I expect anything else? You’re like eldritch in a sewer; there’s no killing all of you.”
I leaned over the oth ...
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