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... gain. There was no finesse in Xavier’s strikes anymore—just violence. The Serpent’s Fang had become an extension of his rage, cutting through everything in front of him, stone, metal, air. Every movement was brutal, wild, and unpredictable. He wasn’t fighting to win. He was fighting to destroy.
Luther blocked, twisted, countered, but each hit came harder than the last. When Xavier’s clawed hand caught his blade, Luther felt the pressure tremble through his bones. The air burst around the ...
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