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... he skylit dome of his personal training grounds, he exuded a calm, almost regal presence. His black hair shimmered faintly in the light—longer now, more controlled, and impossibly dark like obsidian ink. His eyes, a striking amethyst, pulsed gently with energy—not wild, but focused, precise, and watchful.
His physique had become something unreal—not bloated with muscle, not starved for speed. Perfectly sculpted between super-lean and super-bulky. Every part of him felt built, earned, and ...
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