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The carcass of the monster, in which the two madmen had hid, was lifted like a light feather and then dragged ten yards across the ground.

Nero and Hadjar got out, groaning in pain as they did so.

One of them pressed his hand to his side. Something white protruded from his bleeding forearm. It seemed Nero had an open fracture.

Hadjar tried to put some dirt on the hissing fluid which had coated his right thigh. Alas, it didn't help much, and the monster's boiling gastric juice still scalded his leg severely. Not to the bone, but enough that his flesh and muscles were visible.

“In any case, we’re better off than the rest,” Nero nodded toward the Fort.

Or rather, where the fort had once been. There wasn’t even a single pair of stones left. Only a black ravine. Blood rained down and charred pieces of bodies, tiles, stones, and iron joined it, making for a truly macabre downpour.

Nero and Hadjar had been thrown far enough back to avoid the danger of being ‘killed by the sky’. And, smiling
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