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... four and a half meters tall, his muscles thick and compact rather than bloated, like they had been hammered into shape over years of battle instead of grown naturally.
Tattoos covered almost all the visible skin below his neck, dark ink layered over old scars and faded marks that hinted at victories long past.
Isaac felt it the moment the ogre stepped inside.
His senses flared. This one was strong.
Morga stood beside the Warchief, her posture straight, her eyes st ...
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