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... der, "are responsible for my brother’s death."
The dark mana intensified. Rhys’s knees buckled, his body refusing to support his weight as the pressure increased beyond what mortal flesh could endure standing.
Sylph tried to generate wind currents, to push back against the suffocating darkness, but her magic scattered like leaves in a hurricane. The Duke’s power was undeniable.
"My father," Alaric continued, his voice carrying centuries of hatred," slowly fell because of ...
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