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... body was strung midair by monstrous chains, his breath coming in rasping, pitiful snatches as the links curled tightly around his throat.
His vocal cords were strained perfectly to not let a single noise escape. Not that he'd have known what to say.
Anyway—what was one supposed to yell, watching a literal monster in human skin, massacring an opponent as strong as the Ice queen right in front of them?
The Lord of Crossroads or so they called him, was on a different level e ...
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