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... and the sharp tang of burnt mana.The ground hissed under the weight of energy, molten veins cracking through the charred soil. Overhead, the clouds spun into themselves, grey and furious, as if the sky itself resented what had just transpired.
Number Seven’s eyes, wide and anxious, locked onto him, her spear trembling in her grip. She’d never seen someone like him—an enemy who didn’t just fight but danced through her attacks, his black hair a shadow, his golden eyes a storm. Her spear, i ...
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