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... . Excitement, anticipation, and the lingering shock from Lucifer’s display all hung in the air like charged electricity.
Across from me, Ian Viserion rolled his shoulders, golden-red flames flickering in the depths of his pupils. His presence alone exuded a quiet menace, his mana coiling around him in the shape of ethereal dragon wings, barely visible but unmistakably real.
Ian was a Viserion. A prince of the Southern Continent. A descendant of dragons.
A born fighter. ...
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