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... rough the outer layer of Franklin's armor with unnatural ease, its chaos-infused edge hungering for the Primarch's flesh. It should have plunged deeper, should have tasted the blood of a demigod. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.
In that crucial moment, Eldrad Ulthran's psychic might manifested as a shimmering barrier, halting the sword's advance mere millimeters from Franklin's skin. The Farseer's intervention bought precious seconds, allowing Franklin to recover from his shock and ...
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