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... ken; it turned into a suffocating, viscous soup of crimson pressure. The shadow that had fallen over the arena was not merely a physical obstruction of the light—it was a spiritual weight, a gravity of malice that pressed the air from Alvian’s lungs even through his water-breathing enchantment.
Above them, floating with a majesty that defied the violence of the moment, was Highlord Ignis.
He was not a hybrid like the generals Alvian had dismantled. He was a True Dragon in humanoi ...
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