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... him. "Perhaps I might even consider it."
I could see him trembling. His body was just as battered and exhausted as mine. He didn’t have much power left—those flashy moves of his must have drained an insane amount of mana. Yet, his staff, now fully intact, began to glow faintly with dark light, as if it were preparing to fire again.
"I still have many questions before I kill you," I continued, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. "For example, are the other bastards ...
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