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I summoned my favorite weapon with magic, and just as he lunged at me, a huge, razor-sharp axe materialized in my hands.

I swung the blade toward him, grazing just millimeters from his fur—he’d think twice before attacking me head-on.

But he was fast and slippery, sharp as hell.

I rolled across the ground when he launched at me from a blind spot on my side.

Hit the cold stone hard, arms raised with the handle gripped tightly. His open jaws clamped onto the wood, jerking my arms back and for