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... m the figure’s raised hands. It wasn’t fire, not fully—it was the weight of something ancient waking, like a mountain exhaling after centuries. The air grew hotter. Not burning. Suffocating. Every breath they took felt thinner, heavier.
Leon didn’t wait anymore.
He charged.
The figure didn’t flinch. He stepped forward to meet the blade, barehanded. Leon swung with all the force the Oathfire granted—but the strike stopped mid-air. Not blocked. Caught.
Fingers wrapp ...
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