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Each strike Luna delivered lit the hall in silver light, each counter from Morrakai darkened the space like the void itself.
But Morrakai was strong. Older. Cunning.
"You can't win!" she hissed. "Your heart makes you weak!"
Luna smiled, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "No. It makes me unstoppable."
She summoned everything—lightning, wind, fury—and struck Morrakai square in the chest, driving her back onto the throne of bones. The stone cracked, the hall shaking as if the mountain itself groaned.
Morrakai gasped, shadows flickering around her, weakening.
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