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... ower. The scythe in her hand shimmered with a cold light capable of severing mountains, slashing toward Marquis Somerset's back.
The razor-sharp blade streaked through the air with an aura of inevitability, wounding Marquis Somerset and causing him to stumble forward in shock and fury.
"Well done, Sinola."
Appearing at some unknown moment, on one side of the battlefield's edge, Pranay lightly raised his palm.
Black flames surged in the direction pointed to by Pran ...
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