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Chapter 155: Passage to the Central Realm
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Austin casually tossed the black crimson badge into his palm, listening to the heavy metallic clink of the cold-iron token.

Clara stepped quickly to his side, her face still pale with concern as she looked at the dark emblem.

"Austin, you shouldn't have accepted that badge so easily," Clara warned, her voice hushed.

"The Death Division isn't just a tough branch—it is a meat grinder."

"The Academy uses it to discard rogue elements, dangerous renegades, and lower-realm talents
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