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... ng. Smoke curled along the arena floor, carrying the acrid scent of burnt ozone and scorched stone.
The crowd leaned forward in their seats, breaths held, eyes wide. What began as a test of strength between a Arrogant nd mischievous spear-wielder and a cocky spellslinger had evolved into something far sharper—a clash of storm and steel against arcane precision.
On one side, Arin Blake stood tall, lightning dancing over his frame, the weight of his spear balanced with effortless c ...
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