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... ntle waves, breaking the muddy surface with occasional snaps.
But in the center, there was only tension.
Eren didn’t move.
The dirty cloak swayed slightly.
The machete in one hand.
The short, black dagger in the other.
Kaela was two steps behind.
Arms crossed, a feline smile.
Nyssa trembled, trying to bury her face in her own cloak to hide.
Eren kept his eyes on the five.
Ergan stepped forward half a step.
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