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... , his grip tightening on the hilt of his blade.
In the blink of an eye, Revan evaporated from his spot. The ten assassins who had lunged at him from the ceiling struck nothing but empty air.
"What—?!"
"Look! Up there!"
Revan hung gracefully in the air, as if gravity itself dared not touch him.
The full moon, peeking through the shattered roof of the carriage, illuminated his silhouette, casting a dominant shadow over the room.
Under that silvery gl ...
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