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... n the chaos of battle. His name was Lucius, and he thrived on the adrenaline rushing through his veins.
His black dragon-design dagger gleamed as he licked its blade with a disturbing, almost unhinged glee.
Blood dripped from its tip, a sign of his previous kills, but the fight was far from over. He craved more--needed more. Every victory made his blood sing louder, and his excitement only grew the more dangerous his enemies became.
Lucius crouched on a stone ledge, eyein ...
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