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... in its path—a deadly dance of wind.
Whooooosh.
The once-exhausted and despairing old knight had transformed back into the Frostblade of the North in an instant.
“I need to hurry.”
With Balzac on the move, I quickly began pulling various items from my bag. Having promised to save Arina, I knew failure would bring that same blade against my neck.
“I’m going to put some powder in your nose. It’ll dull the pain, but you must not fall asleep.”
To allevi ...
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