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The severed tongue still writhed on the ground, twitching like a dying snake.
The Stalker’s howl had gone silent—but that was worse.
Because now… they were surrounded.
Evelyn’s leg throbbed where the creature had coiled around it.
Black ichor smeared her pants.
Leon grabbed her arm.
“We need higher ground.”
Reaper’s face was pale from blood loss.
“We need a miracle.”
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