The magic was boiling her blood. The darknessit would be a relief compared to the hell smoldering in her veins. The Valg prince advanced, and part of her was screamingscreaming at herself to get up, to keep fighting, to rage and roar against this horrible end. But moving her limbs, even breathing, had become a monumental effort.She was so tired.

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