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... de Guild’s hideout.
Every single person gripped their weapon tightly, knuckles pale from the pressure, muscles coiled and ready to respond to any sign of danger.
Swords were half-drawn, bows already nocked, mana quietly circulating beneath the skin of spellcasters.
The air around them felt tense, heavy, as though a single spark could ignite chaos.
Though most of the Crimson Arc Guild members did not fully understand what was happening, one thing was clear to all o ...
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