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... he once-pristine floor now cracked and smoking in places. Pillars of ice jutted out at odd angles, cutting through scorch marks and splatters of blood. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and burned mana, sharp, metallic, alive.
And there I was.
Standing at the center of it all, calm as ever, four blades pressing lightly against my neck. The imperial knights who held them were shaking not much, but enough for me to notice. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, their eyes darting ...
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