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... t washed over him.
For a second, he was frozen. Not by fear. But by the sheer presence of the beast.
It was more than a C-Rank monster. It was a king.
Then his survival instincts kicked in. A rush of energy.
Trapped. The word screamed in his mind.
The narrow trail was a kill box. And he was the target.
He didn’t hesitate. He spun and scrambled up the side of the gully. His fingers found purchase on gnarled roots.
The wolves charged. A wave ...
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