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- A Grimm was spawning in the middle of the pond. Crocea Mors slid free with a quiet rasp, as she had for the last six or so spawns. Things had started to calm down it seemed… at first more Canis had spawned, though only ever one at a time and easily dispatched. The time between each spawn had increased too, suggesting that my presence was having an effect.
- I stepped closer, sloshing into the shallow pool so that I could strike this one down the second it appeared. Before it even had the time to look around, and more importantly, before it had the time to dodge!
- —Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 3]
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