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... they locked onto the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before him.
The person he hated most was nearly unrecognizable—ethereal, otherworldly.
He stood tall, rivaling his own height, with long, glowing blond hair cascading over his shoulders and deep cyan eyes now flecked with red. Yet one thing was unmistakable: despite the pure, almost divine appearance, there was nothing pure under it. The aura he radiated was dark—just like his own.
Azazeal landed on the ground, his gaze ...
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