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... istant, furious tide. They crashed against the hovering platform, demanding action, demanding a spectacle. They wanted a duel, not a mugging.
Eric William lay sprawled on the cold adamantite, his pristine noble uniform ripped, his armor plating chipped. The white-hot light of his mana was reduced to a sputtering candle. He tasted blood and the dust of his own shattered pride.
He looked up at his opponents.
Jaren Falk, the Imperial Martial Artist, didn’t move. He stood ...
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