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... om her right shoulder, the blade shearing through the spine of the monstrous beast in front of her. It appeared that the monsters on the tenth floor of this Dungeon were a twisted amalgamation of a cobra and some sort of weasel.
It spat venom at her as it died, but she turned slightly to avoid it, only a few drops striking her and those running down and off her armor. She stomped on its neck and wrenched her sword out, the damage finishing the beast.
She'd accepted the existence ...
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