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... Strong enough to stop any Duke without a legendary offensive skill, right?”
Priam returned his smile. The Champion was clad in nothing but a toga of swirling mist, sporadically streaked with flashes of fire. His hair behaved like living embers, individual strands rising and twisting like the tongues of a roaring flame. Yet nothing was as striking as his eyes—a shroud of mist veiled them, concealing a world, a dream, and an evil.
“The Sun Shop provides us with the means to withsta ...
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