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... r out of place.
The wills of the slain viscounts had hardened into brilliant armor around him, each plate radiating a pressure so heavy the air itself trembled.
"I–impossible..."
Merek’s voice quivered as his eyes met Atticus’ burning gaze.
"H–how... how did you do th—?"
"Endless Blade."
Atticus’ katana left the sheath before Merek could finish, the blade blurring as it spun around him at impossible speed.
Gasps rippled across the battlefie ...
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