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... shattered like glass.
The Root Golem, which we had assumed was a corpse, didn’t just stand up. It reconstructed itself with a violence that defied biology. The black ichor on the floor hissed, flowing backward into the shattered timber of its legs, knitting the wood together with sickening, wet squelch sounds.
Ren, who had been gloating over his prize, realized the shift in atmospheric pressure a fraction of a second too late.
"THIEVES..." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨 ...
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