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... temple, warm and sticky. His grip on Revenant Fang was weak, slippery with sweat and red. Every breath was a blade in his lungs, and the air reeked of acid, smoke, and his own burnt flesh.
Across the clearing, the serpent reared again.
It was injured. Blind in one eye. Covered in cuts and burns. But it wasn’t slowing down. If anything, it looked angrier.
Noel couldn’t even lift his left arm anymore.
’Fuck me... This isn’t working.’ novelbuddy.cσ๓
He stood, ...
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