The magic was boiling her blood. The darkness__t would be a relief compared to the hell smoldering in her veins. The Valg prince advanced, and part of her was screaming__creaming at herself to get up, to keep fighting, to rage and roar against this horrible end. But moving her limbs, even breathing, had become a monumental effort.She was so tired.
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