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... Gorge. Below, the wind howled like a mourning beast, sweeping through the stone ridges and stirring the long banners of the Academy with the chill of high-altitude air. Thalen stood alone atop the stone platform shirtless, scarred, and silent.
The sword in his hand gleamed faintly in the morning light. It was his blade a rare variant of the Dusksteel Class, forged to respond to his Blade Aura. The hilt pulsed with life, reacting subtly to his heartbeat, as if recognizing his doubt and de ...
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