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... billowing gloriously like a war banner.

His beast hovered midair behind him, leathery wings slicing through the wind currents as if daring anything to challenge its terrifying power.

Its crimson eyes gleamed with a brutality seasoned by countless kills.

The two students looked up, awe etched across their faces.

A Guardian.

A genuine Interstellar Beast Master.

And as they looked closer...

"It's Vex Talon, the Firebrand of the Spire," the wo ...

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