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Chapter 48: A Stage for Monsters
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... advanced like a noose — suffocating, constricting.
Serika led with her emberflow blade, its edge trailing heat that corroded the very air.
Raen circled wide, bow already half-drawn.
Lysara's ashen mist slithered in behind them, shadows eating light.
Theryn stepped with calm inevitability, his whiteflame humming like a hymn.
And Vessia — ever the blunt hammer — readied a firestorm that didn't distinguish between friend and foe.
In Caelith's opinion ...
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