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... , their gazes cold, unified, purposeful. The air trembled as their malformed throats worked to form sound, their newly restored vocal cords vibrating out of sync. What came next was a chorus of distorted voices, overlapping and jagged:
"Blasphemer!"
The word carried divine weight, more a judgment than an insult. It reverberated through the air, echoing across the empty field like a decree of execution.
Erik barely had a second to react before one of them, the one wielding ...
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