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... a fever pitch. Lightning streaked across the sky in blinding sheets. The wind tore at everything in its path, carrying the scent of ozone, scorched stone, and something far older—hunger.
Jemil and the swordmaster stood at the heart of it, their blades raised, bodies battered, eyes locked on the Herald.
No words were spoken. There was no need. Every motion, every stance, every pulse of energy radiating between them spoke volumes. They were a single unit—two minds, two wills—tryin ...
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