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... Could it be the vomit of a crippled Pigman?"
Listening to their conversation, Lance held up the torch and moved forward. Under the torchlight, everyone saw an indescribable lump on the ground—a dull, flesh-like, pinkish-gray slime.
Lance, not minding the filth, crouched down and pulled out a Short Sword to poke at it.
"Doesn't seem like it. There are no food residues inside, and its viscosity far exceeds that of vomit."
"A Flesh Devourer?"
Amanda quickly r ...
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