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... t after what they had just faced.
The silence that followed the beast’s retreat was not relief—it was tension. The kind that lingered beneath the skin, refusing to fade.
The air itself felt heavier now, pressing subtly against their senses, as if something unseen still observed their every movement.
Duryodhana stood at the front of the group, his mace still firmly in his grip.
His breathing had steadied, controlled through discipline, but his mind remained sharp. ...
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