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Dante didn’t materialize on the ground. He appeared ten feet in the air right above the massive thrashing head of the Ironfang Alpha.
Gravity instantly took hold. As he fell, Dante gripped the hilt of his Bronze-grade broadsword with both hands and pulled the blade back over his right shoulder.
The air around the weapon violently warped. It sucked in the ambient light as pitch-black energy rapidly condensed along the metal edge.
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