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Aching with fatigue and spattered with the foul ichor that passed for blood in the bodies of Shamath’s attendants, you step back from those you have slain and stare defiantly at the towering Demoness.
Aching with fatigue and spattered with the foul ichor that passed for blood in the bodies of Shamath’s attendants, you step back from those you have slain and stare defiantly at the towering Demoness.