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... y watched Fenrir dispatch their comrades one after another.
His movements were too sharp, too clean—nothing like the usual adventurers or troublemakers they were used to dealing with.
The sword in his hand radiated a pressure none of them could ignore, yet it wasn’t marked by any known smith or guild. And the man wielding it... they had no record of him.
"Who is this guy?"
One of the soldiers whispered.
"No idea. But stay back. Don’t get too close. He’s no ...
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