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... finality.
The bulky man writhed, a groan of pain tearing from his throat. Miles crouched low, his shadow falling over him, eyes cold as ice.
To Angelo, that face wasn’t human anymore—it was monstrous. A predator. Something that could swallow him whole.
Miles’s voice was low, cutting through the air like a blade. "So weak. I thought you might have some guts. But it turns out... you’re just another weakling. Just like the men you sent."
The crowd leaned in, sensing ...
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