Titus: “Step forward! Show yourself!” Something stood still, shadowed by jagged rocks, dust and grit swirling across the uneven ground. Titus: “By the Emperor… don’t make me hunt you down!” He raised his blade, muscles taut, senses straining. Titus: “I’ve faced death countless times… I will not wait!” A faint movement. Titus’ eyes narrowed. The presence was deliberate—and dangerous, yet impossible to read.
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