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The Earth Dragon Blade
Author: Alfonzo Perez
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“The mystery of how Elder Prayoga could foresee such things need not trouble us now, Aji,” Ki Mangkubumi said, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom as he regarded the younger man with a mixture of awe and affection. “What matters is that he spoke of you long before our paths crossed—and in his message to me, he declared that when the Chosen One came to my door, I must present you with a scroll of secret techniques, along with guidance to find Elder Damarjaya.”

The elder’s eyes widened slightly as the full significance of the moment settled upon him once more. That the man who would soon be his son-in-law was not merely a skilled warrior, but the Chosen One—born with pure blood that surfaced only once every five hundred years—still felt like a tale from the oldest legends of their land.

“Damarjaya?” Aji asked, leaning forward with keen curiosity, his gaze fixed on the Darkness Sword that rested beside him. “Is he the one who will purify this blade?”

“Indeed he is, Aji,” Ki M
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