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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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Like a silent horror show, Scar buckled to his knees, removed his coat and shirt, and clawed at every inch of his scar-riddled torso. Melissa stared into the distance behind her as if beckoned by a call only she had heard. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.

"Junior...how? What are you doing here? It's not safe here; go back..."

Behind, Franny was hanging from the talons of a large, slimy, feathered black flier. The wren was pecking at her hat-protected hat.

Streams of blood flowed down both sides of her face. She jabbed blindly above her. After a few more tries, her staff connected with the Flier's jaundice-colored beak with a nasty crunch. It yelped, then released her. A bolt of energy tore through the thing's chest.

Duke stood on the bottom row of the Green Walker's teeth. Tanaka's chains were now wound around its canines, forcing its maw open. Duke raised his great sword and plunged it into the Walker's mouth.

A few feet from the leak, Mayfield was facing off against a group
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