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... ured. There’s no longer a challenge, no art to it. Even their desperate gambits lack creativity. This is mere slaughter, and slaughter bores me."
Phanthom turned away from the battlefield, his dark cloak billowing in the wind. "Malzor," he said, his tone carrying a hint of finality, "continue as you see fit. The ratmen are broken; there’s no need for me here."
Malzor nodded, his gaze lingering on Phanthom. "And where will you go?"
"To find something... stimulating," Phant ...
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