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... ze. Not expecting such an item, in that white fabric. But that wasn’t the most puzzling piece of puzzle.
No. It was the king himself, and the way he held the head like a trophy. The mad grin never leaving his face, staring down the creature. With a cold malicious intent, making the latter flinch a bit.
’Growl.’
Letting out a low subtle growl, the dargon regained itself. Snapping out from whatever nighmarish taunt troy had instigated.
It’s eyes flashed a look of su ...
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