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... elm, hung in the unnaturally silent plaza.
"I... hate it."
He leaned forward, his magma-orange eyes blazing with a sudden, violent, and personal hatred. "It clashes with my entire aesthetic. Which is, as you can see... fire and screaming."
Before the echo of his words died, he moved.
It was not the clumsy, lumbering charge of the Brutes. It was a terrifying, fluid lunge. He raised his massive, two-handed axe—a weapon that should have been impossibly heavy, impossi ...
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