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... ads slowly, their nostrils flaring, thick necks turning with weight behind every movement. Their low growls rumbled through the stone, not loud but deep, like distant thunder.
Each breath they exhaled let off a faint shimmer of heat, and their massive forms shifted as if surveying the street, watching, waiting.
Crest stood frozen. His mouth was slightly open. Airi’s body had tensed again, not in preparation to fight, but in reaction to something she hadn’t fully understood until ...
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