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The mutation begins creeping to the other side of his face, trying to take it over completely. "That will be enough for now." Calthor stood up, a wide grin on his face. he picked up his halberd with his left hand, examining the other, mutated one. "You puny little things.... you don't stand a chance!"

The Ostoran solders have taken nearly all of the Harbor at this point, and have begun pushing towards the city walls.