Karma : Kill me or Love me
Around him were his minions—smaller versions of his form, armed with thorns and vines.
“Are you ready?” Tiera asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Once the battle begins, there’s no turning back.”
We nodded, and the fight erupted.
At the outset, our group displayed remarkable prowess. Iron Fang led the charge, her claws slicing through the vines of Verdant Claw’s minions with effortless precision. Her speed was breathtaking, her movements those of a predatory wolf unshaken by danger. “Karma, to the left!” she shouted, felling a minion with a whip of her tail.
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