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... ping out of the storm that she straightened her back.

"Oh?"

Elias was the last survivor of the Destroyer Class. If he had come out when the Destroyer Class had an advantage, they could have ended this battle before Kaelen finished them off.

He was already late. The reason he was even alive after the Destroyer Faction had died, was because he was protected by the storm. Revealing himself at this point was no different than walking straight to his death.

She glanced ...

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