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Regardless, he had to act—something had to be done about the rift, about that guy, about the lives of the students that were now hanging by a thread.
Just as he made to move, figures blurred past him, landing at scattered points across the arena. Each stood still, eyes locked on the rift with a cold, unwavering focus.
Northern's gaze swept the coliseum. Aside from the academy instructors—easily identified by the black shoulder capes adorned with the academy's sigil— ...
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