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... p> The air was a choking haze. Thick with smoke and reeking of charred fur and rotting flesh. The metallic smell of blood stung.
Every step she took was measured. Messing up now would be suicide.
’Coming back here is suicide in the first place.’ Syl thought to herself, crouched low.
She focused on her ears to get a read on the creature’s location through the guttural noises it was emitting.
The Corrupted Draconic Spawn moved like a ghost through the smoke.
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