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... quet hall, eyes narrowing as an ominous, corrupt energy rippled faintly in the air like a whisper of doom. His expression hardened instantly.
The soft composure that usually framed his face was gone. What replaced it was the fury of an Archon.
The marble beneath his feet cracked, unable to endure the sudden surge of mana radiating from him.
A killing intent swept through the corridor.
"How dare these vile things step into the sacred academy?" His voice was low, ca ...
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