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... ow sharpened.
Every motion between Clara and Sayo carried weight—not just the force of combat, but the weight of memory. The space between them wasn't battlefield, it was reckoning. And in that moment. We all felt it. This was no longer just survival. It was consequence.
Sayo darted forward again, blade carving a wide arc through the pale field. Clara caught it on her forearm—threadlight surged, pushing back—but Sayo pivoted, cutting low. Clara leapt, flipped, landed hard.
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