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... pounced at the Limbo Demon, his ethereal fangs and claws lashed out. The demon screamed as he ripped the essence from her body. With each bite and slash, the demon’s body started to wither and disintegrate. Each gouge tore strips off this pale blue aura from her body. Yet her physical body was unharmed; instead, the body just aged years in seconds.

Mahaila glanced at the strips of her essence just falling away and fading into motes of light. So it seems she has a messy eater on her hand ...

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