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... the cracked, dusty soil of the Deserted Isle, his boots raising a puff of red sand as he surveyed the barren landscape. The sun blazed overhead, unfiltered and ruthless, yet he looked unfazed.
Stretching his arms with a yawn, he muttered, "Alright. Let's see what this stupid 'Entrance Exam' has in store."
Just as he finished that smug thought, a low growl echoed behind him.
Alden didn't even turn. He thrust his sword backward with effortless precision, impaling a Barkwolf that ...
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