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The wolf-beast on the platform slowly closed in. Then, a clear voice suddenly cut through the imminent death.
“Ms. Blackwood, how about you sell that fox to me?”
Later, the arena descended into chaos.
The darkness before his eyes was gently brushed aside by a hand, and sunlight streamed
Julian watched, amazed and fearful, as the person smiled, their eyes slightly curved.
“Little fox, want to come with me?”
