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The Patriarch’s Legacy
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"You will bend your knee to the true bloodline, boy!" Grand Admiral Vance spat, his spectral voice slicing through the roar of the ocean wind like a rusted blade.

The ghostly patriarch lunged forward from the upper wheel deck, his phantom hands unleashing a thick, swirling whip of raw, unrefined liquid shadow. The dark magic lashed out across the narrow wooden gangway, striking Marcus's right shoulder with a sickening, sizzling sound.

CRACKLE-SNAP.

The dark shadow magic hissed as it bit into Ma
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