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... ne Pounce.

It tunneled beneath the surface, aiming to strike from below.

A perfect ambush.

Or so it thought.

The moment it burst upward.

BANG!

A terrifying axe strike met it mid-motion. The impact sent the beast staggering backward, its body trembling from the force.

Disoriented.

Vulnerable.

The undead servant did not hesitate. It raised its axe again and brought it down.

Once.

Twice.

...

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