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... ored battlefield groaned as fractures rippled across its surface, jagged lines of light splitting the floor like veins of molten glass. The air reeked of ozone and blood—Velis’s blood—her shoulder still bleeding from the near-fatal strike.

She staggered but didn’t fall. Her sword hung low at her side, slick with crimson, her teeth clenched so tightly her jaw ached. Astra pressed against her back, fire flickering weakly around her hands, the flames too unstable to obey her properly. Lyra ...

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