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The infiltrating strand of magical energy, unfortunately, was tougher than its slender form conveyed. As Dravol extended his powers to remove the fragments that composed the invading agent from the dwarf’s leg, it seemed to wrap around the unconscious Zerdargian’s vis, clutching to it like a child would a pacifier in the event that it was about to be taken away.
The unconscious dwarf groaned then, his jaws locking together firmly as if caught in some internal battle. The wounded lad’s companions, meanwhile, continued to watch the dracon at work, clearly concerned for their friend’s well-being.
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