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... frozen atop his massive mechanical creation. For a moment, neither moved. The crowd held its breath, sensing that the true battle was about to begin.
Then Akhil stepped forward.
The blood array moved with him, flowing across the scorched ground like a living shadow. The tendrils writhed and twisted, leaving trails of crimson light in their wake. Each step he took seemed to drain the very air from the battlefield, the suffocating pressure intensifying with every movement.
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