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... ut by water itself. Not just water, but something shaped like it. Something pretending to be part of the river.
For crying out loud...
His eyes glowed in the murky water, giving him a clearer view of his surroundings. Fighting malevolent spirits was always a nightmare, but after facing a handful, he was getting used to the routine—the pain, the panic, the pressure. The strain came in layers: physical, psychological, spiritual.
So, he could say fighting midair was much eas ...
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