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... A storm of Essence and Mana thundered into him as he ran, massive Blade of the Fang slick with molten sands and granular ichor. The blade of the weapon glowed brilliantly with an acid-green virulence, which proved immensely useful in mowing down dozens of the Wraiths at a time. He had killed almost a hundred by that point, butchering at least one with every swing and ensuring their death with liberal uses of his Tribute.
Yet more kept coming.
His Skill levels were stacking up, st ...
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