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... ortal, a death sentence for our reputation: "The Comfy Corner... you are up first!"
My entire core went cold.
FaeLina’s psychic voice shattered into a single, high-pitched wail of pure terror in my mind.
’Not the Gauntlet of Swiftness!’ her thought was a jumble of pure static and panic. ’Our final time won’t be measured in minutes, it’ll be measured in geological ages! They’re going to laugh us off the ScryNet forever!’
In the Royal Arena, the five imposing "Chall ...
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