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... pulled out of the Jackalan’s eye socket.
Kant flicked his forearm, splashing blood staining the blade onto the ground. He kicked the Jackalan that was kneeling and dead in front of him. His face looked rather relaxed and tired. “It’s over.”
The thick stench of things being burned permeated the air.
Even thicker than that was the stench of blood in the air, so much so that it felt as if it was solid.
Bodies were all over the ground where Kant stood.
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