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... air. The other creatures stirred uneasily, their muscles tense, sensing the same thing I did—a presence nearby. We weren't alone.
"Stay sharp," I muttered, more to myself than to them. My fingers tightened around the hilt of one of my twin blades, the familiar weight of the weapon a comfort in this unsettling landscape. I glanced back at my undead goblin king and the chimeras. Their silence was unnerving, but their obedience was absolute.
We continued forward, moving through the ...
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