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... is wasn’t just a tough enemy.

This was annihilation wrapped in a beautiful corpse.

Velra—one of the highest-tier vampire bosses in the game—stood tall, her crimson eyes glowing, fangs bared in amusement.

Strength. Agility. Magic.

She was beyond any category we could understand.

A predator. A natural disaster wearing skin.

There was no way we could win.

Hell, it had been suicide from the moment she woke up. ...

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