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CHAPTER 106: The Mercy

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[POV: Barzil]

Killing her would be easy. Sparing her was a statement.

I stood at the edge of the tunnel, my hand locked on the hilt of my sword. The leather grip was slick with my own sweat. The arena was a vacuum—fifty thousand lungs holding a single breath. The silence pressed against my eardrums, heavier than the roar had been.

In the center of the sand, Neoma stood over the fallen Commander.

Ishara lay paralyzed. The weight of her de-powered armor—two hundred pounds of dead steel—pinned her
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