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... arm --
"No."
-- and it was immediately torn off, flinging itself away into the jungle of simpletons, propelled by an unseen force. IONIR YGDRASSIL did not bother regrowing it again: it already understood well that the action was fruitless. This was the third time the arm had been lost.
The shape of a traitor came with far too many vulnerabilities, but IONIR YGDRASSIL had long since promised that it would assume that as its default. It had sworn that it would only assume ...
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