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... as Franklin Valorian stalked toward Abaddon with the measured pace of a predator toying with its prey. Anaris, held at that precise 45-degree angle, seemed to drink in the ambient light, its surface rippling with barely contained divine energy. The blade wasn't just a weapon-it was a statement of intent, a physical
manifestation of inevitable victory.
Abaddon's stance betrayed his desperation, though he tried to mask it with bravado. Franklin's chuckle cut through the tension lik ...
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