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... ght—but from expectation.
He stood at the center of the lower training hall, stripped down to a sleeveless tunic. The faint scent of oil and steel filled the underground chamber, where only torches lit the walls and iron racks bristled with blunted weapons.
And yet, what Leon held wasn’t blunted.
It gleamed. Razor-sharp. Forged from true shadowsteel.
This was no mock bout.
Elric’s voice echoed from the steps above. "Today, Cohort Seven will be observed. On ...
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