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... ook him a second before his face twisted in a strange mix of desperation and greed, rage, and hate, and their newfound acquaintance pulled out his dagger. He dropped his bag without even thinking while simultaneously lunging forward toward Athela and pulled out some sort of white potion.
Riven’s eyes narrowed, and it was as if time stopped as she stood unaware of the impending attack.
“Athela, move!”
In an instant, Riven had rammed his foot into Jalel’s chest—expelling th ...
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