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... and kept every muscle perfectly still.
My eyes locked onto the clearing ahead, where the mercenaries stood frozen, unable to witness what was truly happening in the bushes before them.
But I could see.
The dry grass moved incessantly, pushed by the frantic bodies of the small aberrations.
Though blind to the scene, the mercenaries could hear the nauseating sounds of flesh being torn, bones cracking, and hungry throats swallowing.
It was enough to drain th ...
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