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... ould’ve guessed that this mountain-sized Cursed Creature was a coward?
After just one pounce, it was running away?
It wasn’t his fault he hadn’t predicted that! How could he have? He’d only been riding it to the top, chipping away at its strength with steady damage.
His plan had been simple—cling close enough to keep [Wane] passively active. Over time, the Behemoth would weaken, its speed dwindling, its vision dulling. Or in this case, whatever passed for its vision.
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