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Chapter 667: Omen
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... d, his breathing slow and deep. His head rested on Aphrodite's lap, who ran her fingers through his hair with almost hypnotic patience. Her delicate nails scratched his scalp in soft, repetitive movements, as if she were cradling a dangerous beast—and somehow succeeding.
An hour had already passed.
The screen in front continued to display images of the arena being prepared, the stands gradually filling, energy accumulating in the air. The announcement of the tournament's start st ...
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