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... with spores and dried blood, closed around it with an almost ritualistic precision.
When she looked up, her golden irises seemed to crackle with a quiet light. A glacial determination. He had never seen her so... at peace. Not calm. Not soothed. Serene. As if she had just accepted something she could no longer push away.
"I’ll buy you some time," she said simply.
Then she began running toward Maggie, who was surrounded by those creatures controlled by the fungal filament ...
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