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... flaring along its throat.
Ikenga growled. A warning, his eyes locked onto the drake’s burning gaze, his intention clear, submit.
This was a hunt but it was not slaughter. Ikenga had no desire to spill blood today.
There was a natural order to his realm. Predators hunted prey. Strength rose and fell. Death came when it must. He would not disrupt that balance with his own hands not for sport, not for nostalgia.
Today was not about killing. It was about running besid ...
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