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30 Codex Gigas
Warren awoke to his face pressed against the cold steel bars of a holding cage. He vaguely remembered the battle with the adlets. His entire body ached and complained about every movement. His throat burned as if scorched by napalm. Every noise sounded just a little louder, as his head throbbed.
A hand waved a white flag in his mind. Warren guessed it meant Archon needed time to recharge. He opened his eyes and saw Theria curled up in a chair next to the cage. An angelic smile on her lips gave Warren pause to admire her for a few moments. He gave the action a full thirty seconds before, he picked up an empty cup and rattled the bars.
Theria's eyes flew open and she leaped out of the chair startled, “Warren?”
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