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... oice carried easily over the murmuring crowd.
Eris didn’t respond.
Instead, his hand moved deliberately to the hilt of a blade strapped to his side.
A faint gleam of crimson coated the edge, not steel, but solidified blood.
His brows furrowed slightly, and a cold, menacing glint flickered in his dark eyes.
’I take it back.’ Ivaim thought with a wry chuckle. ’I ain’t giving you any good luck, pal.’
The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena, amp ...
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