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"You cursed rat!" Curan clutched his wounded shoulder, his voice filled with anger.
The muscles from his traps to his shoulder made eerie, crunching sounds as if they were alive. Although the wounds, inflicted by the sharp Agnel, appeared to heal, it was actually his robust muscles tightening around the skin, preventing the cuts from opening further.
A fierce waterspout erupted around Curan, swiftly dissipating the smoke that filled the building. "Stop making a fuss. It's not like the building is on fire."
"Everyone, get lost." As if the heat was being expelled from outside, white steam rose from the floor.
At Curan's command, his underlings scrambled to their feet and hurriedly fled through the door.
"Tch." Spitting...
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