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... f flying on his sword, pushing his limits until his body felt like it was running on fumes.

He had experimented with sharp turns, hovering in place, and even sudden descents, trying to get the perfect balance between speed and control.

Now, as the first rays of morning sunlight seeped through his window, he groggily opened his eyes, his body sore from the intense practice.

But before he could even sit up—

"ELIUS!!!"

A voice like an explosion shattered the ...

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