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... nything he had endured in centuries. His vision swam, blood dripping from his lips as he looked up at Ithil, who loomed over him like a conqueror. The younger elf’s golden-green eyes shimmered in the dim light, his expression stale as he pressed a foot into Cauldrus’ chest, pinning him effortlessly.
"You were strong once," Ithil murmured, his tone almost contemplative. "But that was it, you never went past that, you remained adequately strong, powerful, but now, do you still feel that is ...
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