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... drake roared and charged toward him without hesitation.
Its muscles rippled beneath its scaled skin, and its eyes gleamed with mindless rage. But to Fenrir, this fight had already been decided.
The drake was too predictable, its actions too wild and uncoordinated. There was no strategy—just brute force.
He didn’t even bother summoning his companions. Instead, he activated Master of Illusions, letting a dozen false Fenrirs scatter around the arena.
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