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... in arcs of silver, eyes locked onto the masked worshipper with a merciless focus.
I’d seen him fight before, but never like this. But it gave me a view of how he must have fought in battles and in the war.
Each swing of his sword pushed the enemy back. Each strike cut deeper — into flesh, into shadows. The masked one tried to parry, to dodge, to lash out with clawed fingers and bursts of abyssal magic, but Ariston was relentless.
And yet—
I couldn’t find the core. ...
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