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... asure. His chest swelled with an arrogance so potent it was practically leaking out of him. The sword in his hand glimmered — not dull wood, not iron, not some petty weapon from the training racks. No.
It was the Holy Sword. Golden, divine, an object that felt as if the world itself bowed in its presence.
He turned it in his grip, letting the light slide along its edge. The blade hummed faintly, not sound but sensation, a vibration that rattled against the bones ...
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