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... aks of shadow that bled into the green glow, nullifying it.
His eyes burned with calm gold, unflickering. His movements were not frantic; they were deliberate, patterned, a dance choreographed by instinct older than memory.
He didn't waste mana. Every stroke was efficient, every motion precise. When one guardian exploded, his blade was already cutting through the next. When one spear thrust for his heart, he turned slightly, letting the point slide past before severing the attack ...
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