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... ching beyond that small, precious town. The elf was a hostile spirit, made of twigs and leaves; a heinous monster that needed to be slain.
"Ruuuagh!" Thros let out, rushing forward, holding nothing in his grip but empty space.
Wind fired from the nimble elf; its sharpness grazed the top of the incoming warrior’s head, shredding the hood. What was veiled by the tattered cloth was a head of silver hair and a face scarred, but not wrinkled.
For the elf, it only occurred in h ...
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