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... the far edge of the battlefield.
The monsters, thank the gods, were concentrated toward the center. Hundreds, maybe thousands, swarmed the frontline in a tide of claws and screeches.
Our absence went unnoticed. Not a single grotesque head turned. They didn’t care about the edges. Their attention was singular: frontal slaughter.
And we used that tunnel vision.
Slipping past the crumbling treelines and darting from cover to cover, we found ourselves at the monsters’ ...
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