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... e, save for the neon city lights that intermittently reached Alicarde. He was in tatters, his body caked in blood, his clothes eviscerated from every angle, barely holding together.
The watch on his wrist had survived for the most part, though the opulent accessory was now a Rorschach of blood and grime, with a thin line of cracks on it.
The Strigoi, by the name Zagarath, as Malefica had identified him, was a true freak. The way he moved demonstrated mastery over himself and the ...
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