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... motion, still charged with momentum. With the same breath that carried his strike, he twisted midair, his free hand flicking toward his ring. A shimmer of mana sparked across his fingers as the stored weapon within his ring manifested into being. Durandal, no longer in its standard form, unfolded into the sleek curve of a single-handed scythe. The weapon gleamed in the half-light, its edge alive with violet flickers.
Still in the air, Ludwig shifted his grip and rotated his core, swingin ...
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