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... lades of wind cutting through the frozen forest like howls.
Frost and shattered bark filled the air, ice creeping along the roots and trunks like veins of death.
And in the middle of it all.
Noah stood, spear in hand, chest rising and falling heavily, blood running down his arms, his body bruised and worn.
Across from him, the old butler brushed ash off his shoulder.
Unfazed by the raw battlefield around them.
His tuck sword remained gripped in one ...
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