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... n slid between the trees, casting long, shifting shadows.
’Now would be a good time for the Corrupted Draconic Spawn to start moving.’ Amon thought, leaned back against the trunk of a crooked tree, his arms crossed, his gaze occasionally moving to the female Hobgoblin sitting a few steps away.
Syl’s wrists were still tied tightly behind her back, rope digging into her green skin. Her facial expression, however, had calmed down.
It had been some time since Akane vanished i ...
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