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... tern fire-wielders. It propagated like living ink spilled across parchment, racing along the sand in jagged veins that sought out every source of residual heat in the arena.
The two Thermal Jet specialists didn’t even collapse properly, their bodies simply locked rigid, statues sculpted from midnight ice and shattered alloy, mouths frozen in the middle of what might have been a final, useless command.
Aden exhaled again, slowly this time. The frost receded from his own skin in wi ...
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