"This is endless!" John growled, boots sliding over dirt and blood. Dozens of Ante Eden bodies were already scattered around him—some charred, some sliced clean through—yet more kept rushing out from the shadows like a swarm that refused to thin out.
He'd already burned through far too much mana. He needed to conserve what was left, just in case, but fighting off this many enemies while shielding himself from their spells was pushing him to the limit.
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"I don't want to hear you of all people say 'gross'," John snapped, swinging his sword in a vicious arc and cleaving an attacker in two before whipping around to deflect a fireball. "All your spells are creepy as hell."
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"Yeah, now I understand where Layla's weird taste comes from. You completely corrupted her."
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