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... elix hollered with all of his Journeyman lungs as the Dustwights threw themselves at him. He paid them little mind. They couldn't penetrate his Armored Skin, let alone his transformed hide, and his Blade of the Fang reaped them like wheat. The Wraiths were more of a concern, but that was why he was still running his Adamant Discord. He had to pulse the Skill to take care of the more powerful undead, but the rest were tossed about like leaves in a storm. The glut of galvanized links filled the tu ...
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