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... oot struck the cracked stone, and it echoed like a drum. Bark-armored muscle rippled beneath jagged ridges, and his lone arm flexed once, digging into the ground as if he needed to anchor himself to reality.
Jackal didn't move. His body was a stitched mess of leaking mana and gnarled posture, but the hat still sat on his head. Still untouched. Still part of the Form.
Tolok rushed.
It was like a landslide. He didn't dash or leap, he tore forward, leaving a gouged trail in ...
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