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... re the voice spoke, the heavier it weighed on his ears and head. It had proclaimed itself a Primaere. Fear failed to stir in him, only a slight irritation at how weak he was compared to the masters of the world. Gritting his teeth, Demon drove his sword into the rock and slowly pulled himself up. Struggling against the presence of a Primaere was akin to lifting the continent itself. His wounds opened and bled, his bones groaned and creaked, and his body trembled. But he refused to kneel. With a ...
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