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... ed, he kicked forward, Snow flaring cold in his grip as ice bloomed beneath his boots.
The platform formed just long enough—he pushed off immediately, chaining the momentum into another leap.
Then another.
The desert answered.
Sand surged upward in violent streams, compressed into tearing torrents that ripped through the air like whips. Ryn twisted mid-flight, barely slipping past one as it carved a trench through the stone behind him.
Ice flashed.
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