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... skeptical muttering rippled through both armies. The feline was still in his ’cute’ size, and for those with keen enough eyes, the rotund cat didn’t look remotely fit for a death match against an apex predator chosen to represent half a continent.
He seemed downright puny—completely insignificant.
"C-c’mon, this has to be a joke, right? Right?!" an archer from the Duskwight Lands blurted out, rubbing his eyes in dumbfounded disbelief at the smooshed-faced furball.
If a r ...
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