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... Though Erin didn’t speak a single word of whatever language a snake-dog spoke, she understood the meaning behind the snarl. It was an insult and a taunt, befitting of the Necromancer’s nature.
Standing on the altar of the Necromancer’s throne, Erin lowered her body into a stance that allowed her to defend herself and Aedan from all directions. Aedan couldn’t move and neither could she since she needed to be here to make sure Aedan wasn’t disturbed.
Ba’al moved fast in his curren ...
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