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... mmed.
A soundless shockwave pulsed out from him. The air trembled. The ground cracked. Every thread of qi around us bent toward him like trees in a hurricane.
And then... silence.
All around the battlefield, the cultists fell back.
Even the other Envoy, the scarred one, took a single step back and raised a hand, warding off his own followers with the back of his palm.
The message was clear.
Leave him.
I stood frozen. Heart hammering.
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