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... r, launching him toward Amon like a missile wrapped in silver flame.
His blade shimmered into view; pure soul energy, unbound by steel and he swung.
Amon tilted back, the tip of the strike kissing the edge of his monocle. It didn’t so much as crack.
Another strike, horizontal. A blur of vines and silver force.
Amon weaved beneath it like a ribbon caught in wind, his cane flicking up to parry—not strike, but redirect, like a conductor refusing to let the music go o ...
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