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He would gently stroke the hair of any woman he dealt with and ruffle the hair of the males he turned into Vrykul and their wives.
They all watched him, like a champion, like their king, as he walked with a tall back and broad shoulders as if the enemy of over 30,000 existences were Nothing.
His mere presence and actions restored a slither of confidence in the broken morale of the damned warriors of Selmot.
[Why do you not flee... This cannot be won, even by yo ...
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