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... s of stone scattering, flung into the air alongside a cloud of dust before rapidly falling back to the ground.
Retracting its arm, Swampert exhaled slowly.
The scalding air from its lungs was expelled as a visible white mist, trailing from its mouth like vapor.
What the ancients once described as “a breath sharp as an arrow”—this must be what they meant.
If Swampert had existed in the martial world of old, it would surely have been a famed and formidable warrior, ...
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