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... perfect arc, Muramasa sliced the Champion's arm like a thread cut from fate itself. Black lightning hissed along the wound, sealing shut any divine regeneration before it could spark. His bellow ripped through the barrier like a war horn, fury and disbelief mingling in one raw note of pain.
He staggered, clutching the stump where his spear arm had been, golden ichor spraying and sizzling as it struck the cracked soil of Central Park's sealed dimension. The ground itself rejected him, una ...
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