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... eared—devoured by Reika's blade like it was starved. The weapon glowed purple. A faint hum echoed, like it had just tasted something divine.
Reika didn't flinch. Didn't blink. Didn't care.
"Trash," she muttered. "That's what happens when you threaten me."
She stood there, alone, in the ruins of what used to be a battlefield. Her clothes torn, hair scorched at the edges, blood—hers and others—drying on her skin. Her breathing was steady, but her eyes were cold.
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