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... rolling his shoulders as he measured Lumian with sharp, assessing eyes. The first few exchanges had been fast, precise, brutal but there was no mistaking the shift in the air.
He had expected a challenge, everyone knew of the naked hero who took down Voltstrike
But this?
This was different.
Lumian stood before him, perfectly composed, not a single bead of sweat on his face. Calm. Calculating. Unfazed.
Fenrir clenched his fists.
This kid was toying ...
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