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... rough the snowland.
Zmey saw all the adult villagers outside on their knees before him. It was like a superior addressing his minions from a high podium.
What caught his attention was seeing Right-hand, kneeling as well. Were they, these adults, so vulnerable under Ashbane's pressure?
"I'm good at archery! I can help if you're targeting the evil spirits..." A man in his mid-40s with long, rough hair and rash-filled, bruised skin volunteered, raising his hand.
Zmey ...
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