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... om the force of the earlier kick. He clutched the back of his arm, teeth grinding as the sigil burned hotter, burrowing deeper, as if it were searing itself straight into his marrow. The pain wasn’t just surface-level---it clawed through flesh and bone, scorching him from within.
The back of his hand still bled, but the wound refused to close. Every drop that hit the earth hissed, flaring briefly before sinking into the soil. And from each drop---another mark.
Another sigil. A tr ...
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