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... e a storm given form, his blade alive with lightning—arcs of blue dancing along its edge like ravenous serpents.
His eyes were cold and razor-sharp, locked onto Elijah and Tristan with a predator’s unwavering focus.
Each breath he drew stirred the air, thick with tension, the metallic tang of ozone slicing through their nostrils like a silent warning from the heavens.
Tristan spat blood onto the stone and wiped his mouth, a smear of crimson painting the back of his hand. ...
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