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... awn’s gray light seeping through cracked shutters. The air stung with oil and sweat, Vardency’s dusty winds rattling the rusted walls. A comm buzzed on a scavenged crate, screen flashing: "93 shard users remain, arena active." Roachaline’s pale gray eyes glinted, sharp cheekbones catching the dim glow, dark tangled hair spilling over her shoulders, scars flexing on her arms.
She swung her legs off the cot, boots scuffing concrete, shards sparking—red flaring, violet humming—strapped to h ...
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