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... p> The ground responded with recoil, a pulse of air surging outward like the terrain had registered her presence and panicked. Shylo braced himself first, knees bent low, rope dart extended, one breath away from counterstrike. But Kenneth was already beside him, staff drawn, eyes alive with something rarely seen—anticipation.
"She’s strong," he said, voice low but hungry. "I want this one."
Zafira didn’t answer. She didn’t posture. She simply rose again—hovering half a meter abov ...
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