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... with surgical precision.
However, all it met was empty space.
Beelathorn... or at least the shell of him, was a meter away with his dagger in hand... wings spread like an angel warrior.
"Well done, dearest," the shadow woman taunted, her laughter echoing off the walls. "You dance like a pretty little butterfly with clipped wings."
Yet still, no response came from Beelathorn’s lips. His face was one of fire and stone... eyes a steadied flame that studied the walls ...
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