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... lowed by fire and smoke. The very air quivered with heat, thick with the stench of iron and ash. His twin blades, once gleaming with disciplined calm, now glowed faintly blue—cracked and trembling under the weight of his mana. His chest rose and fell heavily; every breath dragged pain through his lungs, but his eyes still burned with the kind of resolve that refused surrender.
Across the scarred field, the devil general Bael stood unmoving—a monstrous silhouette wreathed in molten red an ...
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