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... ruins.
The once-proud arena lay scattered in jagged slabs of stone, each still glowing faintly from where lightning had bitten deep. Smoke drifted upward in lazy spirals, and the only sound was the hiss of rain dripping from shattered walls.
Jemil stood at the center, chest heaving, his blade lowered but still trembling faintly with heat. The Fang of the Predator pulsed in his palm, hot enough to burn but refusing to release him. Each throb was like a heartbeat not his own.
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