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Chapter 60: Test 1
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... rough his veins like molten fire. His hands trembled, but he gripped the sword tighter—knuckles white, sweat dripping. It wasn't just determination fueling his grip; it was survival. His life depended on it. And he knew that. God, he knew that.
The Shadowalker froze momentarily, its form quivering with dark, sinewy energy. Then—like a switch had been flipped—it lunged forward, claws outstretched and gleaming, slashing through the air with deadly intent.
It was just like before. < ...
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