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... de a branch, and peered toward the horizon.
“Fuck.”
The curse drew the others over, and they all froze at the sight unfolding before them—a horde, vast and relentless, laying siege to the tribal encampment. The undead were so densely packed, they resembled a tide of flesh crashing against the fortifications.
The moats, long since filled with crushed corpses, no longer served their purpose. The Necromoon had a singular solution to every problem: throw more slaves into the ...
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