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... e. Azrael Garcia wins the match," the Duke’s voice echoed through the arena, the words reverberating in the still air.
Rael stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the broken form of his brother, the crowd’s cheers washing over him like an indifferent tide. His expression remained impassive, the weight of his decision settling in his bones.
The Duke moved swiftly, using his soul energy to stabilize Raphael’s damaged heart, preventing it from failing until the High Priestess could rea ...
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