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... ounds were silent, filled with fragments of embers swaying in the night breeze and the crimson glow of the full moon painting the sky.
“... With the southern advance approaching, I believe it would be wise not to overexert ourselves," I said, my hand tightening around the hilt of the broadsword. Its weight and grip felt distinctly different from the familiar balance of a mage’s staff.
“This is a pure sparring match, without the use of mana,” Yulie said. “It won’t be overexerting ...
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