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... dropped lower with every second, now barely holding at 20MP. The throbbing headache didn’t help. Paired with the constant mana loss, it was only a matter of time before he collapsed into unconsciousness, helpless as his body gave in. Slumped beneath his sheets, sweat clinging to his skin, he was a prince of power rendered nothing more than a fragile shell.
His weapons lay beside the bed like loyal hounds awaiting orders—the twin hooking daggers, still stained with blood, and the scavenge ...
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