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... > His senses were focused inward—on something growing within him, something feeding on the Scar’s words.

A sense of power.

A sense of standing at the peak, at the summit of the world.

A feeling of pride and grandeur.

Countless questions flowed through his mind.

How could he control the Scar’s power?

What was the secret behind the Scar Energy Xyrene had mentioned—the energy he had felt moving within him, the energy responsible for the tentacles?

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