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... from a corpse’s grip. The metal creaked in his hands, and he tossed it aside, the clang ringing in Roachaline’s ears. Blood dripped from a gash on his leg, pooling in the dust, but his eyes gleamed, fierce and unyielding. His stone Ikona loomed beside him, jagged rock grinding with each shift, ochre shard pulsing faintly. Torqa muttered, "More to crush," his voice a low growl, and smashed a chunk of rubble with his fist. The impact echoed, dust swirling, and Roachaline felt the ground tremble, h ...
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