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... breathing hard. Blood dripped from his split lip. He stared at Kassie, then at me, then back at Kassie. Something shifted in his expression—calculation replacing shock.
"Mortal tier," he said, spitting blood. "You actually expect me to believe that?"
"I don’t care what you believe, sir." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "That’s what she is."
He straightened, glancing briefly at his summon before locking eyes with me again. "So... your summon is a Striker class." ...
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