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... pirit Transcendent guards. The clash of their weapons echoed through the storm-torn landscape, the air thick with the scent of ozone and the sound of crackling electricity.
The guards moved with a practiced precision, their strikes synchronized and deadly. Lassim could feel the strain in his muscles as he parried and countered, each blow pushing him back and starting to overwhelm him.
The swordsman, with his blade dancing like a serpent, struck from the left, while the spearman t ...
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