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... d to one knee. My vision swam, split, tilted — I had to suppress the urge to vomit.
Lost too much damn blood.
I felt a strong hand grasp me under one arm. Kross. He helped lift me, and after a short time I managed to get the world back in one piece. A silence followed as we stared at the gnarled oak, and the black-armored warrior fused to its trunk.
“That…” The knight-exorcist stared in wonder at the tree, breaking the quiet. “What is that?”
“Malison Oak,” I said, ...
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