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... athering in the street.
They were drawn by the unknown roar from the mutated thugs.
"They're clustering... Perfect targets."
But his brow furrowed.
This ability's draining me faster than I expected.
He looked down at the faint smear of blood still trailing from his palm.
His body wasn't critically injured, but he could feel it deep in the muscles, in his heartbeat.
"I'm not even bleeding that much... but it feels like I'm running dry."
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