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... last reserves of his core energy. Black threads lashed around his limbs like living whips, shoving the water aside in violent bursts and rocketing him downward faster than any human body should move. His arms elongated with a wet, ripping sound; fingers fused and sharpened into obsidian claws, each talon curved and razor-edged, glinting violet-black in the faint glow of his own energy. His wet wings snapped open like switchblades, slicing through water with minimal resistance.
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