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... ght of Sparrow—alive and well.

They had often heard updates from Keith about their master, the people around them, and the development of City B's base under Duke and Kisha's leadership.

Though they never questioned how Kisha managed to communicate with Keith, they were simply grateful for any news.

Now, seeing Sparrow standing before them, it felt like years had passed since their last meeting. Even from a distance, they could sense the sheer strength and power radiating ...

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