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... f little demons. The wolf’s increasingly deep growl drowned out the sound of their pathetic mewling, the animal clamping its jaw over a demonic head before swinging it like a chew toy.
Mason cleaved his first with the longer Claw, skewering another through the chest. His Pathfinder showed him everything in the mist. Somehow between ‘One with Nature’ or maybe his demon titles, he could see the bastards like glowing red blips, practically begging to be found and murdered on his map.
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