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... back one’s ferocity. In the particular case of Emerard, or the beast that Emerard had become, well, Desmond had no intention of competing with that thing. ƒ𝑟𝙚e𝔀𝗲𝒃n𝒐𝘷𝗲Ɩ.c𝗼𝚖

Using the boost he got from burning the drop of essential blood he drained from Mathias Lupan, Desmond continued to scamper around the huge necrotic beast. Unlike the rest of the Darkblood, whose powers were quite diverse, Desmond had only one ability bestowed by his lineage on top of an above-average physique ...

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