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Chapter 92: Belanor arrives
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... air. The Orcs had come in waves, their roars echoing like the distant rumble of thunder. Stephan crouched on the ground, his ossuary blade resting against his shoulder, black fire licking the edges. His breath was steady, his eyes tracking the Orcs as they fanned out below. He didn't need a death god mark, speed, precision, and sheer instinct were enough.
"Ready?" Yennefer's voice called out, calm but edged with deadly intent. She floated slightly above the ground, the grimoire hovering ...
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