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... as if born from the darkness itself. Apollo counted a dozen, then twenty, then lost track as more corrupted forms poured from between the ancient trees, their golden eyes burning with hungry malice.
"Form up!" Cale shouted, his sword already drawn. "Back to back, now!"
The group moved with desperate coordination, forming a tight circle in the center of the clearing. Apollo found himself between Thorin and Lyra, their shoulders pressing against his as they faced outward toward th ...
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