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Fyren accepted it, the blade gleaming in the storm demon’s grip. He swished it through the air, letting out a low, appreciative whistle. As he examined the steel, I looked down at Luke’s sleeping face and idly traced his cheek. My thoughts were a mess. I still found it hard to believe the Arbiter was dead—and by Luke’s hand.
"All that destruction," I whispered. I looked out at the gray waste. "It’s all just ash."
"A small price for felling a ninth-level foe," Fyren said. "Wh ...
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