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... to the void.
He sat in silence, the bleeding figure of a white-haired elf cradled in his arms.
Occasionally, a low chuckle escaped his lips, one that carried no joy—only the hollow sound of a mind teetering on the edge. It was the kind of laughter that made the air cold, as if the world itself could sense the despair he couldn't hide.
Fuska the Face Stealer was dead. Damon had killed him—devoured him.
He had gained the skill Blitz.
But the price… was Matia ...
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