Gambled To The Cursed Lycan King
Through our red tinted eyes, the rogue fell to the ground, its intestines pouring at my feet.
Moving fast, expertly shielding Freya behind me, Warrick spun around, our claws extended, catching the second rogue across its throat. It stumbled back, its eyes wide with terror before collapsing to the ground, a gurgling sound escaping its lips.
The third rogue charged, its fangs bared. We sidestepped its attack, dodging its claws with a swift maneuver. Before it could recover, Warrick delivered a powerful blow to its chest, sending it flying backward. It crashed into a crack just beyond the entrance to the Tombs Of Amyrsthystiase, its body slumping to the ground, motionless.
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