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On the roof of a residential building, the man in the black trench coat tossed aside the half-smoked cigar in his hand. Flames jetted from beneath his feet, and his figure began to ascend rapidly.
The man with cold, steely-gray eyes followed almost simultaneously.
Their ascent was not linear; they constantly changed direction. Their gazes remained locked on a specific point in the void some distance ahead, as if an unseen object dictated their path.
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