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... evel of enjoyment out of that sound,’ John thought, Inkaryl’s blades spreading and then slotting back into place. It was a perfect little bit of sound design. Each elemental switch sent pure joy down his proverbial ear canals. It was almost as rewarding as caving in the skull of another elf with the force of burning starlight.
John was feeling like a mini-Arkeidos, advancing with confident steps. An unflattering self-description in many ways. For all the terrible things the tyrant of the ...
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