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Chapter 490: Bloom: Sea of the Blood Empress
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... is Fracture still spun, razors shrieking around him in a lethal storm.
But the air wasn't his anymore.
The wind was wet.
The snow was red.
And the battlefield had become hers.
From beneath the frost, a forest of thorns rose, crimson and coiling, veined with flickers of glowing mana. Vines lashed upward, not wild, but deliberate and calculating. They surged into the gaps between his razors, threading through the spaces between his counters.
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