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... wind.
The arena was a jagged mountain ridge, floating in the sky above a shattered world. The wind here wasn’t air—it was a sharpened, sentient current of Severing Wind Law, a domain where even thoughts could be sliced apart.
At the far end stood the first challenger.
A swordswoman clad in shorn silk and frost-cut armor, her blade thinner than breath. Her hair floated like threads of light, and her eyes burned with clarity.
"I am Ilyra of the Cutting Gale," she s ...
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