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... sky in streaks of crimson, gold, and deep violet. A soft breeze carried the fragrance of wildflowers that bloomed around the Sanatan Flame Sect’s mountain peaks. The courtyard shimmered under the twilight glow, quiet yet brimming with an undercurrent of energy.
Shaurya stood tall in the center of the sect courtyard, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, yet there was a subtle weight in the air around him—as though he had planned somethi ...
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