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... palm smoothed over the wooden bench, nature’s call grounding her senses as she glanced at the frowning Saria. Even with the blindfold, she could sense the discomfort, anxiety, and frustration from the Radiant Knight.
"It has only been 10 years since the Witch of Pride’s unceremonious defeat."
Unceremonious defeat my ass. The Radiant Knight’s nail dug into her palm. When ’Pride’ and her familiar armies first emerged 15 years ago, no one was prepared except the Knights on the West ...
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