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... p> She lunged.
It wasn’t a physical leap; it was a projection of malice. Her hair exploded outward like a net of black needles, aiming to pin Ren against the tiled wall.
Ren didn’t block. He didn’t have the Mana for a shield.
Instead, he dropped.
He slid across the wet floor tiles like a baseball player sliding into home base, the black hair whistling inches above his nose. He could feel the coldness of it—a frost that burned the skin like liquid nitrogen.
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