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Chapter 49: Ashborn Squadron
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... ed forward. The ground shattered beneath their charge, heat rippling outward.
The woman's chain writhed like a serpent, snapping toward the Magus with a speed that create tear on the wind. The lean Ashborn drew his scimitar in a single motion, the air around the blade shimmering . The broad-chested one, fists ablaze, closed the distance with terrifying speed, ready to bring down a blow that could reduce a man to pulp.
The Magus? He hadn't moved. The moment the first Ashborn came ...
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