Chapter 137 Satha Carefully, the red-skinned behemoth's clawed fingers scraped away at the mountain's stone flank. Slowly, the sculpture was taking shape: a statue of Siegfried, or at least as close to his memories of the man as he could get, with his rather mediocre skills at stone carving. St...
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