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... han it should have been, given the wound in his chest, but stronger. Each beat sent ripples of red through the air around him, visible distortions that made the space he occupied feel thicker, more substantial than the rest of the arena.
His blood didn’t fall anymore.
It flowed upward from the wound, defying gravity in streams that wrapped around his arms like living gauntlets, coiling around the Blood Fang until the blade looked forged from liquid crimson rather than metal. The ...
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