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... the air itself felt suffocating.
No matter how much Zephyrion struggled, he couldn’t move even a single inch.
"Hmm..."
Ferravyr regarded them as one might observe insects beneath his feet. Yet the moment his gaze fell upon Zephyrion, he paused, studying him with quiet interest.
"Purple eyes... you carry Demo’s blood."
’Demo?’
The situation was already dire enough that any thread of advantage was worth grasping. Ferravyr had once been rumored to hav ...
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