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... he room into chaos.
In an instant, the desk in front of him, scattered documents, and even a nearby guard were sucked into the vortex.
Just then, a flash of green light enveloped Iskandor, shielding him temporarily from the void’s crushing pull.
"Pfft!" Iskandor spat out thick, crimson blood, staining his silver hair and softening his cold, imperious visage with a fleeting hint of vulnerability.
His icy blue eyes locked onto Lyra, and with a ragged voice, he said, ...
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