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... back toward his own dominion.
Wind rushed past, cool against his cheeks, yet inside his thoughts churned. The thoughts that was darker and hotter than any current he rode.
"Clyde was always a contingency," he admitted to himself, "He was like a blunt spear the Ancient One thrust into the board. I never cared for being someone else’s second move."
Below, shimmering realms slid by like mirrored shards. No army he have could stand against every Archangel and Demon King comb ...
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