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                                        Chapter 12: The Quarterfinals
                                
                                                                                        
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... ted the grip on his mana gun, his breath steady as the last goblin corpse collapsed to the dungeon floor. The air still carried the acrid scent of burnt flesh, the aftershock of his Zombie Mage's last Mana Bolt crackling faintly in the air. The fight had been quick—precise, effortless.
His undead hovered nearby, silent and still, waiting for the next command.
Leon moved forward, his focus shifting to the ...
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