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... were dire
No finesse, no control, no precision. Just raw, untamed speed.
Flickering forward in a burst of lightning, Licht slashed downward only to feel his stance falter. His body stuttered mid-strike, forcing him to flip his sword mid-motion to redirect the flow.
『Valtier Sword Style — Howling Fang Sword! (C)』
His blade buzzed violently as it ripped through the air, letting out a shriek like a wolf’s howl. It tore the puppet apart, the force cl ...
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