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... dous surge of energy.
The blade shimmered, exuding an aura so sharp it seemed ready to slice open space itself.
Galactus narrowed his cosmic gaze at the longsword in Gene's hand.
A profound sense of oppression filled his being.
Instinct — the ancient instinct of a cosmic predator — warned him:
If that sword touched him, things would not end well.
"Akern's March."
Gene's voice was cold and cutting, the words sharp as blades themselves.
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