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Every strike, every dodge, every breath felt like a gamble with death.
Velra—no, the thing wearing her skin—was too strong. Each swing of her arm sent shockwaves through the ground, and getting close enough to land a hit felt less like bravery and more like suicide.
So, of course, I had to retreat.
I ducked behind a chunk of half-melted rock, my lungs burning from the heat, mind racing through options.
’Subduing that thing is one thing...’
But ...
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