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... Two. Then a dozen. A relentless assault with precision unlike anything I'd seen. Each movement was a dance—not of beauty, but of judgment.
And yet, Lutharax withstood it.
His dark form twisted, rotating with savage fury, releasing a roar that shattered several nearby pillars and sent obsidian shards raining across the floor.
He retaliated, his claws glowing with molten voidfire, and slammed them toward Seraphveil, only for Seraphveil to stop the blow with both blades cros ...
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