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... g in shallow, gurgling gasps. The glade was silent, the golden hour passing into a bruised purple twilight.
Sol looked at the man’s shattered face. The nose was flattened, blood leaked from both ears, and the arrogance that had once defined him was nowhere to be found.
"Is this it?" Sol asked, a dark, hollow laugh escaping his lips. "Is this the ’Elite’ strength you used to brag about while you were kicking me in the dark? You are weak, too weak."
Vurok’s good eye flicker ...
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