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... The dragon’s bloodied tongue writhed, half-severed, drooling sizzling green fluid onto the shattered rooftop. The liquid hissed where it struck, corroding stone into bubbling mush.
Zakar dragged himself backward, ribs grinding. Every movement was agony, but still he clutched his sword. His chest heaved like a forge-bellows, fire clawing up his throat.
> [System Warning: Vitality—3%. Catastrophic damage imminent. Recommend immediate disengagement.]
He coughed out a laug ...
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