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Chapter 82: "Silverin’s Blessing"
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... adow of an approaching Diabolus Impetus.
She sliced off one of its wings with a sickening crunch, sending a geyser of black ichor spraying across the ground. Without giving it a moment, she impaled it sideways with her dagger, the blade ripping through muscle and bone.
The imp let out a bloodcurdling shriek, a sound of pure, animalistic agony, as its fiery eyes, now reflecting the crimson spray of its own blood, slowly dimmed, extinguished by the encroaching darkness of death. ...
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