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... ross the viewing platform, bringing instant silence to the restless Serpentwind disciples arrayed behind him.
His gaze was icy, sword-like, brooking no further whispering. The tension hung like a drawn bowstring.
Flint glanced sidelong at Ethan, his voice as calm as ever.
"You’re collecting more and more enemies, it seems."
Ethan gave a faint, confident smile.
"It hardly matters. I seldom fight for the joy of it, but here—every new enemy is another test fo ...
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