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... the ring next.
His uniform shimmered faintly under the sun, lined with silver edges. His hair was short and dark, and his stance was arrogant, he stepped one foot forward, his arms crossed like he didn’t even need to try.
The boy’s opponent was from Northhelm again. Another frost wielder, judging by the light mist clinging to his robes.
The bell rang again.
The boy from Eldenria moved first without hesitation. He raised his hand, and a sharp, roaring current tore ...
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