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Roshia did not fight the grasp of his hand around her throat, not that she could even if she wanted to. Her hands gripped at his arm out of instinct, though otherwise provided no other struggle. She coughed and gagged as grip tightened. Her eyes were closed, refusing to look at his nightmarish...

Roshia did her best not to allow her gaze to linger on the mangle dead on the ground, to see the frozen expressions of wasted innocent lives nor the mangled, hideous forms of the dark side forces. She kept going, as much as her own legs could carry her, adrenaline coursing through her...