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... drumbeats of inevitability. Each strike against the wooden ground carried a strange weight, pressing against the silence as if the air itself was recoiling. Veythor’s crimson gaze sharpened, his pupils narrowing to sharp slits as he focused on the shapes emerging from the mist.
The bare-chested masked man stepped forward, each movement slow, deliberate, and precise. Every inch he advanced seemed measured, as if the world itself bent around his steps. Shimi and Raika stiffened, their bod ...
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