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... ise.
He moved like someone who had done this a dozen times, and he had. The last few days had been filled with the same routine.
Hunt, strike, finish.
He dodged the beast's swipe and drove a imbued fist straight through its neck. No struggle, no panic, just a clean end.
The body dropped, and Arden exhaled as if he'd just finished a warm-up.
"These things are getting predictable," he muttered, brushing blood off his arm.
Then came the familiar chime ...
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