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... round the main branch seemed to sway to the shouts coming out of them.

"It’s quite lively," Hex said, feeling the hype building up inside him. "It seems everyone is already battling it out. Where are we going?"

The emphasis was on the warrior’s mode. Everyone was free to battle according to their own timetable, provided opponents were available. One couldn’t fight on without an opponent. As such, Sterling and Ella decided to plan around the other modes, which did have a fixed sch ...

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