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... , quiet breath.
His body had gone soft in a way he wasn’t used to. If the blade had missed, if it had needed a second pass, he genuinely wasn’t sure he could have delivered one.
There was nothing left in the tank to deliver it with.
Without the caster, the flesh-dissolution spell lost its engine.
The damage already done stayed where it was, but the progress stopped at whatever point it had reached in that final second.
He coughed once.
"Hey. Let me ...
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