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... nding Shellcats and Gargolites scatter like roaches when the kitchen light flips on.
They don’t retreat out of cowardice—they retreat out of biological programming.
An apex predator doesn’t share its kill zone. Everything Rank F, E, and D within a fifty-foot radius vanishes into the chaos of the broader battle, leaving an eerie pocket of empty sand between us and the monster.
A private arena. How generous.
The Stalker doesn’t waste time. It pivots toward Boris, wh ...
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