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... ir like an incantation.
We stood in a half-circle around the dummy Alastor had just cleaved in two. Its mithril-reinforced frame lay smoldering, smoke curling from the gash in its chest. That was the power of one clean strike infused with mana.
Every cadet’s face carried the same expression: hunger.
The hunger to prove themselves.
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"Line up," Alastor ordered. "Show me what you’ve got. One by one. Don’t hold back, or I’ll know."
The first noble b ...
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