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... med faintly with the breath of the weave itself, anchoring him from the swirling storm that had formed above Blue Moor.
His arms were crossed, his long coat rippling against the wind, his golden eyes locked on the distant horizon.
He'd quickly learned after advancing to the Ninth Ring that he couldn't hide it anymore. No matter how much he used his chameleon tattoo, his golden eyes had always bled through.
But maybe that was a good thing. Now, he didn't have to hide who a ...
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