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... ingering in the crisp morning air. Leav exhaled slowly, staring at Drak's unconscious form. The fight had been brutal, but necessary. He had survived—no, he had won. Yet, as he stood in the arena, he knew the real battle had only begun.
He turned to his team, scanning their faces. Yorl, still tense from the fight, cracked his knuckles absentmindedly. Weal practically buzzed with excitement, his small frame barely containing his energy. Frot, ever the schemer, was watching him with an app ...
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