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Chapter 907 Upper Hand
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... ressing down like a storm cloud over a burning battlefield. The massive entities, the grotesque First Borns, were barreling toward us, their horrifying forms screeching and twisting as they bore down with relentless force. Their appearance was a grim reminder that victory over the Broodmother alone wouldn't be enough. The Queen's middle portion lay writhing in agony on the scorched ground, her grotesque, corrupted body still thrashing in torment as the Liberator's warped visage etched itself int ...
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