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... vrok swung his sword in a wide, fluid arc.
Each movement flowed into the next with perfect discipline, carrying not just strength, but an intensity that made the wind itself tremble. His breaths were slow, deep—every fiber of his being locked in unnatural focus.
Swish. Swish.
The grass beneath his feet barely rustled despite the raw power behind each swing. Around him, the garden remained silent, as if holding its breath in reverence.
Suddenly, Devrok came to a co ...
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