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... ol both World Crusher and his own body.


As the spell faded, his hands spasmed and his knees buckled up. The moment Strife's haft was free from his grip, Faluel pierced Ufyl's heart. The glaive emitted a pulse of darkness magic that made the lungs rot and blocked his breathing technique.


The seven heads wheezed in unison in the attempt to heal their wounds with Invigoration. Air, blood, and life abandoned the corpse of the Seven Headed Dragon who disappeared in a flash of ...

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