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... ts scales, smoother than the sleek asphalt, hiss as they slide, then the creature lifts its head, flickering its split tongue.
An SS-rank, lava-drinking snake. With each pulse of heat flowing along its dark crimson scales, everything nearby melted. After lapping up the molten ground, the snake raised its head again. A blue willow leaf shimmered in its bright yellow eyes—then, “Fwaaak!” the leaf ignited into flame.
The snake did not flinch. Heat could not harm it; it was merely pr ...
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