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... moment his icy fingers brushed against Amon’s neck, his skin began to freeze — like a spreading virus. Fast. Sharp. Relentless.
Amon couldn’t react in time. He slipped sideways, barely dodging a full grip of that frigid hand.
"What’s wrong, pal? Now you’re the one running?" Salazar’s eyes followed him with a predator’s calm.
Amon could feel the frost crawling deeper into his neck. Pale trails of ice branched out like veins, and every movement punished him with burning pai ...
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