Chapter 12
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Mira stood frozen, watching as Remiel effortlessly tore through her team, his movements precise and unrelenting. Her face remained blank, her eyes devoid of emotion, yet her racing heartbeat gave away her fear.

Remael, wielding a longsword forged from his divine energy, easily predicted his enemy’s moves, striking them down with brutal precision.

His eyes — The Divine Gaze of the Oracle — granted him the uncanny ability to read the flow of intent, perceiving his opponents' next moves before th
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