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... so angry, Drake?"
Prophet's hoarse voice seemed to awaken something in Drake—soft, yet unmistakably clear as it echoed in his mind.
Drake hesitated slightly. By now, the garden lay in ruins because of him. A few lucky surviving monsters lay motionless to the side, as if trying to play dead.
Making monsters fear a human—Drake certainly had a talent for that.
He frowned and said coldly, "Whether I'm angry or not has nothing to do with you. Just get the hell out of ...
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