The homunculus's momentum had carried it forward in an alarmingly long line, as demarcated by a churned up trench cutting through the swamp, torn-up trees, and shredded undergrowth. A few hundred feet away, Sloth laboriously pushed himself free of the tree he'd finally gotten stuck in.
"Too...
much...
work..." he muttered as he turned to face the girl again.
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"Too...
much...
work..." he muttered as he turned to face the girl again.