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... calculated expression of anticipation.
It was the smile of someone who knew something others did not, a smile that suggested the current chaos was merely a prelude to something more significant.
Then a figure materialized beside him.
Yilar was unmistakably a Nynthrall—a race known for their wicked and vile nature. His pale skin seemed to shimmer with an inner light, angular features that looked carved from alabaster, and most striking of all: eyes of the deepest violet, e ...
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