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... r around Fena was not just heavy; it was a physical weight, a suffocating pressure that promised death. The black lines on her skin pulsed with a sickly green light, a visible manifestation of her life force burning away.

’Plan A, wait her out, that’s a bust,’ he thought, his hand now gripping the handle of the massive axe on his back. ’She’s running on a timer, but the power output is insane. This isn’t a fight anymore; it’s a disaster zone. One hit from whatever she’s cooking up, and I ...

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