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... sily shrugged off the flying rocks, and the warhorses used their translucent mana to bring up rippling shields across their forms.

Victor debated helping his lumbering giant, but it was far too risky with the Hacker present. Deciding to watch for now, he continued monitoring through Toby’s eyes.

Toby’s fallen body took up the entire street, with his limp head a mere inch away from the Hacker’s foot—who was a clean-shaven man with white hair and skin. His eyes were dull and unfaze ...

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