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... into each other like war drums made flesh. The crab-like abomination skittered backward, dragging one pincer low and angled as if preparing for a feint. The brute snarled in response, its thick frame trembling with fury as it charged once more—each step rupturing the cracked plain beneath it.
Auren stayed still, nearly motionless. His breath was quiet. His eyes—sharp.
He was studying more than just their strength. He was mapping how the spiked brute shifted its weight before a st ...
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