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Not with trumpets or war drums, but with a stillness that suffocated the wind. The clouds did not roll, they hung — heavy with mana, dense like breath held too long. The air thickened as if the world itself had inhaled... and refused to exhale.
Luceris stepped forward.
Not with fury. Not with doubt.
But with purpose sharpened by bloodline, by expectation, by pressure wrapped in silk and steel.
His voice, when it came, was clear and cold.
"Face me, elf. ...
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