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... recision. The gleam of his daggers caught the filtered lighting of the facility, tracing arcs of cold clarity through the air as golems crumbled around him. His footwork, his timing, his mana flow—so much of it whispered mastery.
There it is again, she thought. That innate clarity in combat.
He wasn’t just a good dagger user. He was a good fighter. His understanding of spacing, prediction, and rhythm wasn’t born of mere repetition—it was instinct reinforced by experience. Eleanor ...
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