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... with his killing intent, his eyes taking on a violet hue, growing colder as a faint fog of black aura pulsed from within him.

"Go ahead and announce our presence to them, genius," Argint scowled, jabbing her elbow into his side.

Realizing he had lost his cool for a moment, he forced himself to calm down again. He glared at the few guards in the distance, considering the possibility that they already knew of their presence. He would need to be wary of traps.

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