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... teps"
Leon crouched beside the fallen wolf, one hand braced on its bloodied shoulder, the other reaching beneath the thick fur and cracked bone. A moment later, his fingers closed around something faintly warm.
A mana core.
Small. Rough-edged. Still pulsing faintly with residual light.
’Got it,’ he thought, pulling it free and turning it over in his palm. It was duller than he expected. Not as radiant as stories claimed—but it was his first.
He slipped it ...
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