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... white cloud as she turned fully toward him. The snow around them muted every sound, turning the forest edge into a silent, frozen arena.
"Ready, little brother?" she repeated, her tone a soft taunt beneath the falling flakes.
Trafalgar didn’t answer immediately. He lifted his right hand instead, letting mana surge through his fingers. Shadows rippled around his palm, twisting and folding inward until a blade materialized—Maledicta, cold and hungry, settling into his grip with a ...
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