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... late-hour war drums.
The multitude of werewolves were being carried like rice on a plate, rolling over ranging stones. Their eyes carried both hunger and anxiety, some stumbling slightly while others still questioned the generosity of a clan they had never met before.
Kelion’s steps were calculated, just like his thrusts—each step followed a rhythm of hand patterns he kept repeating while walking the streets of the elven clan, controlling multiple rocks with unmatched precision. ...
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