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... Ramuza’s hall... There was another battlefield. Not of demons or catastrophes, but of two stubborn souls.
Dax was younger, rougher, a wild brute swinging his fists like storms. His transfiguration wasn’t refined yet—his arms stretched into iron blades, his legs into blunt cannons. He loved showing off, crushing training dummies, and mocking every mage weaker than him.
And then came Nyra. The prodigy summoner. Silver hair tied in a braid, her eyes sharp, her prese ...
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