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Chapter 476: I fought a fish
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The invading men still stood frozen—muscles trembling, eyes wide, sweat sliding in nervous lines down their temples. Zyran looked like he was hosting a tea party in the middle of a battlefield, humming softly as he examined his nails.
Kian stood a few feet away, half-in the shade, half-in the fading light. His blue eyes were cold, blank, unreadable—like the king of predators deciding who was worth killing first.
Everyone else held their breath.
Everyone except— ...
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