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... in, but from the sheer horror of realization—as Hydra’s voice echoed behind him, calm and spectral, like a whisper from the grave. The dragon’s form shimmered with ghostly light, his presence ethereal and untethered. Celene was nowhere to be seen.
"What...?" Sarutahiko muttered, spinning around.
His eyes widened as he took in the impossible sight: hundreds of spectral clones scattered across the battlefield, each one pulsing with Hydra’s unique energy signature. Soul power, aura, ...
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