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... cohort. One by one, they noticed it, their gazes shifting from the herb to one another.
A sudden joy erupted among them. Without hesitation, they moved closer. The Foxtail clung to a steep ridge, its fragile strands swaying gently in the wind. The rest of the cohort turned their attention to the assassin.
"Alright. I will be back in a second," he said, his voice calm as he stepped forward, his movements light and precise as he made use of his assassin’s nimble footwork.
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