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Her trembling hand gripped the hilt of her C-rank sword, its faint blue enchantments flickering weakly. She held it pointed straight ahead, though her arms quivered from fatigue.
"No way..." Fiona muttered, standing calmly a few paces away. "Are you really the commander? There’s not even an ounce of aura in you."
Her eyes narrowed, suspicion gleaming in them. Something’s off. Is this a setup? Is this girl even Lydia? she thought.
Sera bit her lower lip, frustrat ...
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