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... air around her growing cold despite the warmth of the room.
Her eyes shimmered, not with fear, not with anger—but something far worse.
They had a calm, unreadable purpose.
"You’ve made quite the mess," Godsthorn said, folding his hands behind his back, the tips of his fingers glowing faintly with spatial magic.
She didn’t respond.
"Attacking the academy with hidden mercenaries. Burying spatial-lock orbs. Unleashing violence on students," he went on, voice ...
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