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... e of the altar, sword raised—still as a statue, calm as a man watching snowfall, even as his pulse thudded like war drums in his ears.
Black fire danced along Omni’s edge, whispering destruction, craving motion. But Raven... didn’t think.
He couldn’t think.
Thinking was dangerous now.
So, he moved.
The blade came down.
Slowly—or so it seemed—the sword arced in the air like a falling comet, cutting a line through the divine silence.
The blac ...
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