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... oiling as he leapt across a fracture in the floor. The heat blurred his vision. Steam hissed from his coat. He could still hear Ostreva’s whip-crack incantation behind him, could still see the flicker of her vines slicing across Arvax’s molten frame. But it wasn’t enough.
Not anymore.
They were holding it—but they weren’t breaking it.
Raven landed behind a half-collapsed brazier, breathing hard, fingers clenched tight around his chain.
We’re down to two. The damag ...
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