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... voice cut through the air, thick with disdain. His words were wrapped in a commanding tone that radiated authority superior to the Head Butler.
Without waiting for a response, Ashok turned around, his eyes briefly locking with those of the Head Butler and the Sword Saint. For a split second, their faces registered a flash of surprise, perhaps even wariness. But it was fleeting, and the next moment, Ashok was already walking in the direction of the spatial tear.
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