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... among the trees, shrouding the forest floor in a ghostly haze. The clearing where John had confronted Roderic and his hunters was silent, the remnants of scorched earth and splintered branches glowing faintly under the silver moonlight.
High above, perched on a massive branch of an ancient oak, John flexed his claws. His wings were folded neatly against his back, but every muscle in his massive body was coiled, ready. The forest beneath him hummed with mana, and he could sense every dis ...
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